Monday, December 4, 2000

 

3:38 a.m. There will be mistakes in this entry -- there can't not be. I'm numb from working on a job that I thought was going to take an hour or two, tops, but which fell apart and ... and ...

... never mind. It got complicated. The details are terribly and wonderfully fascinating to those of us who work with tables and html, but to those of us who are only on the web for the reading experience -- those are the ones who would strangle me if I tried to go into detail.

So. I've got a pretty girl posted on the iBachelor site and a bit of Christmas cheer. It's the least I could do with the diminishing ratio of logic and patience that is all but exhausted in me tonight.

I've been enjoying the Sci-Fi channel's new movie of the good old classic Dune. It's all new and very extravagant, and if you know the David Lynch movie you'll appreciate the fact there there are no boils.

Boils used as a metaphor for a bad, bad man -- how far-fetched is that?

Tonight was part two of three -- tomorrow will be the final installment and although I know the story backwards and forwards, I'm still enjoying it. It will be repeated again and again on the Sci-Fi channel, I predict, and it's worth your time, I humbly suggest. If you like science fiction.

There are a few movies on the various channels right now that I've seen and that still hook me when I see them again. Election is one of them -- and another movie you should make an effort to see is Lost in America. Every married couple should see that one. Also Best Friends, but I'm repeating myself -- one of my big, big fears now that I've gone past the one-year mark is that I might do just that. Show up last year in front of the next sentence.

On the one hand, it's a great comfort to look back on last year's Dec. 4th and to notice that I survived its unique blend of short light and nippy night and I might have even made sense that particular day. Same pressures: Christmas is coming; only different: Y2K was an even bigger worry than Christmas.

I had a small stockpile of evaporated milk and Dinty Moore. Still do, in fact.

Now for this year -- well, this year, I think we can all look forward to a total collapse of the economic fun we've been having, and I'd like to blame it on Bush (and I will), but it might just be cyclical.

And so, I'm repeating myself, and I'm advancing a little. Small turns of the big screw. And I mean that in the most pleasant way. I'm coping here. I did some sweeping up of fallen leaves today, and I did a pretty good job of it.

Earlier in the evening, I believe I caught the scent of something that has crawled into or under or near the house and -- you know -- died. That distinct smell. Could it be the rat from a month or so ago? Will it be much worse tomorrow?

Now I know what they mean when they say, "I smell a rat." And I didn't even have to turn on C-Span.