I'm on the horns of a dilemma here: Tiger Direct has a special on DVD-writers, and I really want one. 4.7 Gigs of data storage. I had told myself several years ago that when they got below $150 I was gonna get one, and, with shipping, that's what it is... $149.99. And the media is 25 for $39... not too bad. The problem is... it's gonna keep getting cheaper. So... when they gets below a hundred, I'll get one. Well, no, the real problem is that I'm a whiney spoiled technophile. With no self-control. Very self-indulgent. Ahhh... it's OK. They're sold out. Yeah, I tried. In other news... I'm really glad that it's Friday. Busy at work again, but it did taper off in the afternoon a bunch, which was good, since there were only two of us. I had made a date with Karen to go to the Y after work, but I almost talked her out of it. And then she talked me into it, and I was glad, of course. But we were kinda planning on going swimming afterwards, and I *did* talk her out of that... I need to get a coupla locker locks for swimming. And I found a coupla locks that I'd bought about ten years ago, I had got four all keyed the same, but one of them wasn't, and I never put them to the use that I had in mind. Temp got up to 105°F real. I don't know what it was with the humidity factored in. Y'know, anything over 90, it doesn't really matter to me, I'm staying inside. Walking out of the AC hospital is a real bitch. And the wind was blowing from the south, hot, dry air. Shriveling to the body and the mind. Hurts, almost. Back to the Y deal... I'm liking exercising, but it's still tough, and I need to keep doing it. Once I get on the way, I'm OK, but damn, it takes a lot to not just come home and sit down and *stay* sat down, y'know? It really helps that Karen and I are doing it together, we can cheer each other on. Speaking of cheering one another on, it seems that the repiglicans find the very presence of the democraps in the house repulsive and they have gone to lengths to get them arrested As I have mentioned many times, I'm a registered repiglican, solely for the purpose of voting against BoB Dole. Well, Bob is done retired, so that's no longer a reason, heh. Howsomeever, I have found no compelling reason to change my official party, since I'm really pretty contemptuous of both of the major parties, and I see no advantage for either myself or the country to affiliate with any of the splinter groups. I have found none sufficiently nihilistic for my liking. Essentially, I'm an issues guy, not a platform guy. One of my main issues is that I'm anti-repiglican. Another is that I'm anti-religious. And I am, epitomeously, antidisestablishmentarian. Sheeeeee-it! I knew that if I wrote long enough that I would eventually be able to work that word in! Yeah, me! You ****GO****, Doug! Anyhoo, somebody, Walt Whitman, maybe, said something to the effect of: Yeah, I contradict myself. So stick it up your ass, you loser. I will do what I will do, and I will think what I will think. You have to work within the system, and you have to be prepared to go outside of the system. And, in the extreme, you have to be willing to die. Well. Yeah. In other news, JD is updating his journal regularly, go take a look. And it's late now, and I'm really tard, what with all of the work and the exercise and stuff like that. After Karen and I ate supper, I just sat there and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Tard, tard, tard. And then I perked up, and damn, here it is 22:40 and I'm still going. But... This is the end, my friend.
and removed. Which brings me to the point: am I a repiglican or a democrap? Only my mother knows for sure.