Observations
Mar. 4th, 2001 12:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
p0tat0esI think that this may not be too unusual for people in this town right now, but every time I hear a sound or feel a vibration out of the ordinary, I think we're having another earthquake.
Do not underestimate how much psychological damage can come from natural disasters. Not that the earthquake we had was by any means disastrous. But it was still...shocking, I guess. I can laugh about it now, but it still is affecting me. Standing there behind my desk, feeling a sensation that was familiar, but still foreign. Thinking that I could very possibly die right then and there. Feeling the floor roll. Watching the brick and concrete that is always still and unchanging move as if it were tall grass being blown by a strong wind. It fucks with your head a little bit.
I wish I had had Godspeed You Black Emperor! when I was 16 and angsty.
As much as i generally loathe advertisements, I like Hennessey's tagline: "Appropriately complex." That fits my life to a tee. It is approprately complex. Maybe disproportionally complex...
I think vegan hamburgers make me gassy. (It was still very good, Chris. Thank you for your hospitality today. AMQA will live to rawk another day.)
My HTML skills are booty.
Everyone should listen to Jaques Brel. Most emotive, histrionic French singer I have ever heard.
Chimay red label leaves a really funky aftertaste. Especially when paired with Sour Cream & Onion Pringles.
I think my upstairs neighbors are wrestling right now. It's really fucking annoying, and if I wasn't such a nice guy, i'd go up there and tell them to shut the fuck up. Then again, it is a Saturday night. We all get a little out of hand on weekends sometimes. But I really want them to shut up. I think they have a dog up there. I like dogs. Just not in conjunction with my infamously loud neighbors.
My least favorite word of the moment is "fishalicious". As in "Fresh-fresh-fresh fish-a-licious", from whatever fucking commercial that's from.
I find it amusing that people are entertained by watching people drink Blow Jobs. I'm sure it takes skill to pick up a shot glass using nothing more than your lips, but c'mon folks...
It's bedtime.
Do not underestimate how much psychological damage can come from natural disasters. Not that the earthquake we had was by any means disastrous. But it was still...shocking, I guess. I can laugh about it now, but it still is affecting me. Standing there behind my desk, feeling a sensation that was familiar, but still foreign. Thinking that I could very possibly die right then and there. Feeling the floor roll. Watching the brick and concrete that is always still and unchanging move as if it were tall grass being blown by a strong wind. It fucks with your head a little bit.
I wish I had had Godspeed You Black Emperor! when I was 16 and angsty.
As much as i generally loathe advertisements, I like Hennessey's tagline: "Appropriately complex." That fits my life to a tee. It is approprately complex. Maybe disproportionally complex...
I think vegan hamburgers make me gassy. (It was still very good, Chris. Thank you for your hospitality today. AMQA will live to rawk another day.)
My HTML skills are booty.
Everyone should listen to Jaques Brel. Most emotive, histrionic French singer I have ever heard.
Chimay red label leaves a really funky aftertaste. Especially when paired with Sour Cream & Onion Pringles.
I think my upstairs neighbors are wrestling right now. It's really fucking annoying, and if I wasn't such a nice guy, i'd go up there and tell them to shut the fuck up. Then again, it is a Saturday night. We all get a little out of hand on weekends sometimes. But I really want them to shut up. I think they have a dog up there. I like dogs. Just not in conjunction with my infamously loud neighbors.
My least favorite word of the moment is "fishalicious". As in "Fresh-fresh-fresh fish-a-licious", from whatever fucking commercial that's from.
I find it amusing that people are entertained by watching people drink Blow Jobs. I'm sure it takes skill to pick up a shot glass using nothing more than your lips, but c'mon folks...
It's bedtime.
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Date: 2001-03-04 11:32 am (UTC)Yeah, I'd like to think that I'm not affected by it and that I can just go back to my usual thang. And I have, but there's still this nagging little sense in the back of my head going "watch out! The floor's about to disappear!" Ack.
Right after the earthquake happened, most of my office went out and stood on 4th Avenue. People were freaking out, smoking, trying to call people on their cell phones. Then the owner of the company pops his head out of his office window on the fifth floor and says "All right everyone, back to work!"
I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. I don't think he really was.