September 24th, 2004
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“I just can’t win…”
said the boy who had his lunchpail fall open, bookbag break, and trudge home in the rain. His mother greeted him at the door with a tooth-sucking, compassionate look. So of course they went to Chuckie Cheese (another commercial dead to the internet except this blog).
I thought I would get something from Venga Venga to cook for dinner, but while in a fatigued, haggard daze, I stared at the withered produce blankly and spied a large, shiny black object that the Spanish call “la cucaracha“. My mouth hung open for a few seconds as it crawled back into the dingy crate, as which point I did a 180, tossing the basket haphazardly aside, with a flourish. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to walk in there for a beer again without shuddering.
I’m tired. Yesterday was great. I carried the omikoshi proudly, and I have a throbbingly persistent badge of accomplishment in my shoulder to remind me. I’ll get some pictures from the town council and put them up soon. Apparently I have three weeks to train as I’ve been recruited for some sort of triathalon involving tug-of-war and running on the seventeenth. Our town has never won apparently, and I’m not sure I’m the one to turn the tide (though the fact that I’m about thirty to forty years younger than virtually everyone else on the team may help a little).
Anyway, work is done, it’s technically Saturday by the time I post this, and I need get some muesli and think about applying PHP Jon’s advice for IE and PNG interoperability.
