September 2001

September 25, 2001
And the hits keep comin... This morning I found out a great friend of mine has been handed a pink slip. It's days like these that take the F. U. N. out of goddamn fun.

The market sucks the ecomony sucks unemployment sucks violence sucks terrorism sucks frustration sucks rejection sucks disappointment sucks hopelessness sucks.

September 21, 2001
I can do no better than this: 5 dollars. Enjoy. I did.

September 18, 2001
I'm sort of morbidly curious to see how long it will take before the events of last week fade a bit in my memory, to see how long until they are safely distant, sort of like a scar - still visible, but no pain. I think it's probably a very good thing that it hasn't happened yet.

I can't read many of the first hand accounts that can be found on so many personal web sites without having to stop.

It's been a week - a long time by some measures, short by others - but it still doesn't make any sense. No sense at all.

September 11, 2001
No words today.

September 03, 2001
I'm spending my Labor Day looking for labor. Ah, the joys of freelance web development.

ten pound hound has hit the big time. That's right, Spanky: User Contributed Content. Now I can put "developed successful web community" on my resume. That should take care of any labor looking for the rest of the day. I'm down with UCC. Yeah, you know... um.

Thanks to David for sending me this chilling tale. I withdraw my whiny story about getting stung in the back (see August's archive).

i swallowed a bee once. stung me in the inside of the throat. actually, i'm not sure it stung me, the stinger bit might have just scraped + poked my throat. it felt like when you are eating potato chips and you don't chew one all the way so it's still a little bit sharp and pointy so it hurts going down your throat except with the potato chip once it reaches your stomach it doesn't hurt your throat anymore whereas the bee sting/scratch/poke stayed hurting in the throat. when i went to the emergency room they asked me if i had vomited (yes) and if there was any blood (no). since there was no blood they figured i hadn't mistakely swallowed some metal or something and gave me a travel-size bottle of maalox, charged me $200, and sent me home.

the end,
by david