Eccentric Flower:199808/dont tell anyone
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thirty-one august ninety eight noon don't tell anyone Payday! The traditional celebration for payday is to have a Real Lunch somewhere. As it happens, I need to shop, so "somewhere" is likely to be The Mall. I love to shop. Unfortunately I can't buy the kind of clothes I most love to shop FOR, but that's a minor issue. At the moment my stock of T-shirts is dying quickly - some have been washed so many times that they're getting wear and tear pinholes from the brutal coin-op washing machines. My jeans are falling apart too. And since, apart from special occasion clothes, that's my wardrobe, it's time to replenish it. Anyway, so I'm going to sneak out of work early, buy some nice food, and spend money. Sssh. Don't tell anyone. I was going to write a little about radio, inspired by something Al Schroeder wrote, but I'll do that later, I think. I also have a few things to say at some point about my warped definitions of fantasy and science fiction - I'm becoming aware that I don't define the terms the same way everyone else does. And, come to think of it, I have a rant about the Myers-Briggs Personality Inventory (and its ilk) that I can feel exerting pressure on the back of my head. But I'm not going to write any of these things now. No, I'm not mentioning them just to tease you. I'm mentioning them for two reasons: First, because I have a mind like a sieve and this way I'll remember that I was planning to write about them later. Second, because just mentioning them here will cause a few people to send me relevant and contentious email, like "So what the heck's wrong with the Myers-Briggs, eh?" Which is exactly the way I like it. © columbine |
