July 29, 2002
· I've officially had it with baseball. In '94 when the players went on strike, I didn't mind too much; I was young and naive. But now I see that the players and owners are all greedy assholes who care more about the bottom line than they do about the fans. The players get most of the blame, but the owners are guilty too. Let 'em strike. I don't care any more.
· Got an e-mail from one of my former co-workers today. He said he likes my site. So now three people have seen it. I'm movin' on up...
· Just a few more days till the move. I've got just about everything I won't need packed away, but I'm still paranoid about forgetting something.
· When I called Verizon on Friday to move my service, the guy told me it would take three weeks from my call date to get the new DSL line hooked up. At the time I didn't think about it because I'd been on hold several times (Verizon, Duquesne Light, Equitable Gas, etc.). But now I'm wondering why it'll take so long. I think I need to call Customer Service and give 'em a big "WTF."
· Kee-rist it's muggy.
· A friend of mine stopped by a couple days ago and noted with some amusement that the last two things to get packed will be the TV and the computer. I think that sums things up pretty well.
· To-do list... August 1: Sign lease. August 2: Move. August 3: Drink, possible trip to titty bar. August 5: Get job.
· "Win a Dream Date with [Man Show] Juggy [Dancer] Vanessa." I wonder if Comedy Central's site is getting hammered by lonely scripting geeks.
· Since I don't want to move a bunch of food, I'm letting the fridge and freezer run close to empty. Current contents: Two TV dinners, a pack of hot dogs, hot dog buns, pierogies, a gallon of milk and two cans of Vanilla Coke. The fridge in Fight Club was better-stocked.
· Last time I moved I was all worried about somebody not getting my change-of-address form in time. Now I couldn't possibly care less. If they want my money, they need to pay attention to the little box that says "check here if new address."
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