Marc
written earlier today
Athens, Georgia
Bored. Waiting. Sitting in a very sanitary room - think 2001: A Space Odyssey shuttle scenes with everything white, meets the room in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where the kid is teleported - it's that white. It's filled with computers. There is a man about three tables away, sitting quietly, playing with the computer, and he has not said one word to me in almost three hours. I figured that it was no skin off my back to listen to some tunes while I worked, and he obviously hasn't spoken up about it bothering him, so I'll continue on in the current frame of mind.
I finished my part of the job about an hour and a half ago, and I've finished reading Sometimes a Great Notion, and now I'm very very bored. I should've packed another book in the old laptop case, but I didn't, and now I wish I had. How retarded is this, huh? I don't even have an internet connection to speak of and I'm blogging. Yuck.
I also still can't believe that the Cubs lost last night. What a heartbreaker. What a boner of a game. I tuned my sorry eyes one channel down on the dial and found the season finale of Six Feet Under. I cannot begin to express, in words, how much I like this show. It challenges the viewer, it's intriguing, there's symbolism to beat the band, and I sometimes have trouble wrapping my tiny little brain around the genius that was needed to create it. Face it, television on HBO is just that much better than anything else (save, of course, The Simpsons and Seinfeld). I can't really say anything about it, cause I don't want to ruin anything for anyone that hasn't seen it, but I know I want to watch it over and over again. I can't wait for the seasons to start coming out on DVD.
I just remembered I brought an issue of Harper's with me. Yeah!
written earlier today
Athens, Georgia
Bored. Waiting. Sitting in a very sanitary room - think 2001: A Space Odyssey shuttle scenes with everything white, meets the room in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory where the kid is teleported - it's that white. It's filled with computers. There is a man about three tables away, sitting quietly, playing with the computer, and he has not said one word to me in almost three hours. I figured that it was no skin off my back to listen to some tunes while I worked, and he obviously hasn't spoken up about it bothering him, so I'll continue on in the current frame of mind.
I finished my part of the job about an hour and a half ago, and I've finished reading Sometimes a Great Notion, and now I'm very very bored. I should've packed another book in the old laptop case, but I didn't, and now I wish I had. How retarded is this, huh? I don't even have an internet connection to speak of and I'm blogging. Yuck.
I also still can't believe that the Cubs lost last night. What a heartbreaker. What a boner of a game. I tuned my sorry eyes one channel down on the dial and found the season finale of Six Feet Under. I cannot begin to express, in words, how much I like this show. It challenges the viewer, it's intriguing, there's symbolism to beat the band, and I sometimes have trouble wrapping my tiny little brain around the genius that was needed to create it. Face it, television on HBO is just that much better than anything else (save, of course, The Simpsons and Seinfeld). I can't really say anything about it, cause I don't want to ruin anything for anyone that hasn't seen it, but I know I want to watch it over and over again. I can't wait for the seasons to start coming out on DVD.
I just remembered I brought an issue of Harper's with me. Yeah!
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