c u r m u d g e o n

March 22, 2001

Updated the links page. I'm sure I'm forgetting someone...my mind's perpetually muddled.

In the meantime, I have a new nemisis: CSS. It's a grind. For me, anyway.
posted by Fender Bender at 9:27 PM

Solid waste! Special waste! Trade-ins accepted! Bo and Luke Duke have computers, and know how to use 'em. You've been warned.
posted by Fender Bender at 12:09 PM

March 21, 2001

Going effing crazy here, scrambling to finish oodles of yawn-inducing work, avoiding smelly heroin-addict-type people (we hire all kinds), wondering who controls whom in the human vs. computer smackdown...all the makings of a typical Wednesday. Of all the songs to lodge itself in my brain: "Ebony and Ivory." Bizarre.

Currently reading: Man Crazy by Joyce Carol Oates, What Really Killed Rosebud by Claire Burch (though I doubt I'll finish it), and the New Yorker. Pretty good for an elitist, classist, slightly insensitive magazine.

Currently listening to: "Sometimes I Rhyme Like A Nut" by Gift of Gab and DJ Shadow, "We Can Work It Out" by Stevie Wonder, and "DHC" by Dance Hall Crashers. All available on Napster. Shhh!
posted by Fender Bender at 5:57 PM

Scott's Half-Baked Rules of Life
Shamelessly Stolen and Revised

1. Don't drink the water. Cliché but true.

2. Every sentence can be shorter.

3. On BART escalators, walk on the left, stand on the right. I can't stress this one enough, people.

4. Writers are crafty. Never trust a writer.

5. It's okay for people to underestimate you.

What are your rules of life? I'm curious.
posted by Fender Bender at 11:21 AM

I'll keep this brief as I've blogged on it before: I dislike The Compliment, particularly from someone I don't care for or I think is total bullshit. Example: former editor, dropping by the office, says she thinks I'm losing weight (not true, unfortunately) and I'm getting less gray in the hair (possibly true, I'll have to check). Now if we remember Rule Of Life #4 -- that is, writers are crafty, never trust a writer -- we see the conundrum. I could have taken the next logical step by subtly asking, "What do you want?," but I didn't bother. Nor did I reciprocate a compliment. The point of this is, if I give you a compliment, I'm not blowing smoke up your ass 'cause I hate it when it's done to me. That said, I'm looking in a mirror right now and am not noticing any appreciable difference in gray hair counts. Sigh.
posted by Fender Bender at 10:50 AM

March 19, 2001

i'm not dead.
posted by Fender Bender at 1:44 AM

rewind, yo.