:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Wednesday, June 25, 2003 ::

My Own Personal Alarm Clock...
...manifesting itself in the form of grounds crew. Last morning, they woke us up with chainsaws as they disemboweled the bushes near the corner of the building, some 8 feet from our window (okay, more like 12). Keith maintains I slept through the first twenty seconds of it, and only woke up when I heard my alarm, and then noticed the chainsaws. This morning, it was a lot of clunking as they mounted cords and such to the bush-stumps, as they doubtlessly had uprooting on their minds. I went to work before things got really ugly, though I probably should have shut the windows to keep the noise out of the apartment anyway. Moreover, it's supposed to get stupid hot today and break 100 degrees, which is slightly upsetting, but more intriguing than anything else.

I've been playing Lammy again. I nearly hit 17,000 points on the fireman stage, thanks to the L-fever mode being easy to get into. Turns out they don't mind thirty-second note feathering, not that anyone can do it who doesn't fidget like me all the damn time.

Maura has a copy of Homogenic coming her way. Music is like peanut butter: better when spread, and mixed with chocolate, though I doubt the folks at SonicBlue will accept that as an explanation as to why their CD player isn't working anymore. I faxed their little return form a couple of days ago, and haven't heard back from them. They are, to be fair, located in India, though. It's definitely a weird place when companies can save money by routing calls across the globe and training non-native speakers as support folk, as opposed to basing their customer support line domestically. Most peculiar, mama.

:: Aziz 11:18 AM [+] ::
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