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Thursday, March 10, 2005
So this is what mornings are like
Spending every other night in my actual home is a little bit trippy, if only because it still feels a little disconnected from the cubicle in which I spend most of my time. I'm in the gopher farm, a code monkey, and I'm good at it, and I find peace there, but it's still a little frightening to think of in those terms.

And despite that, I still go home and dick around on my PC here. I upgraded the network card, upgraded the TV tuner card, and all in all had a very mundane IT-related night. In the background, I played a bunch of episodes from Futurama's first season. Then I played the last half of the Peter Gabriel concert DVD I had. Then I played the first half of the Tenacious D concert. Mundanity had its most mediocre.

And so I woke up missing the early bus. That bus leaves my neighborhood at 6:15, gets to the transit center around 6:50, in time for me to pick up Marco's commuter bus to Calabasas. Waking up at 5am seems a heavy price to pay just for the luxury of getting to work at 7:15. I awoke at 8, noted that I had missed my bus, and then fell back asleep.

While eating breakfast, I was watching morning news coverage on the cable channels. All except MSNBC were covering Michael Jackson's bench arrest warrant for being late to his own trial. It was a media blitz. I haven't seen that kind of coverage since a certain televised war. On MSNBC, the anchors were fawning over Bill Gates and Microsoft's new acquisition. Whenever I hear Bill speak of Longhorn, I can't help but smile and think that Longhorn is somewhere in South America hitting on foreign girls.

The ticker at the bottom of the screen showed the time. At first I was appalled that the morning had gone by so quickly, primarily because I had missed another bus. But then I realized that it was Central time so I gave myself an hour, and was about to engage in my hurry-up offfense when I remembered that I get two hours from Central time. Having averted this temporal crisis and having grown weary of Michael and Sir William, I turned the TV off and began the day.
Etched by Ron / 3/10/2005 09:24:00 AM |
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