October 27, 1999

Chad Curtis! Chad fucking Curtis!

And while we're on the subject, I've been sympathizing with Pete Rose all week, sort of, at least for the Jim Gray treatment he got Sunday night. But then the good ol' Internet showed me Rose's betting slips. Hey, Pete, absolution only comes after begging forgiveness.


October 26, 1999

I'm feeling rather lethargic today. I need more sleep at night.


October 21, 1999

I came to my annual mid-October realization last night that I watched way too much television all summer.

Blame it on baseball -- there's a game every night, so the inclincation is to turn on the TV and lay down on the couch, an urge that persists after the game ends and even occurs when my beloved Yankees have a night off.

After all those crazy Mets games, last night was refreshing, and served as a reminder that there are better things to do than watch the WB all night. So I turned off the tube at 9 (after "Dawson's Creek," of course), and spent a few hours around my apartment sans television.

It'd a great feeling, not being tethered by your eyeballs to the TV set. I cleaned my apartment some, read the entire newspaper, and got into bed by 11:15.

And then I couldn't fall asleep. Life is cruel sometimes.

P.S. Happy birthday, Jeff! Here's to hoping tomorrow night's plans pan out.


October 20, 1999

Man, am I tired. Redesign day yesterday, then off to teaching -- which was canceled, so I hung out with the class coordinator for an hour and a half instead, which was nice but I was still way down in Tribeca -- then off to meet a potential client, then home at 10:30 to eat dinner, then up until 1:30 in the morning watching the Met game and all the post-game interviews.

I can't wait to lay down tonight.


October 19, 1999



October 10, 1999

Baseball, baseball, baseball!

Bought tickets to Game 2 of the Yankees-Rangers series last Thursday, stumbled into Mets-Diamondbacks tix for the great Saturday matchup, and my friend got us bleacher seats for Game 1 of Yanks-Indians Wednesday night.

Look for me in the fourth row of the bleachers Wednesday. I'll be the one with the elated look on his face.


October 4, 1999

I have a cold. Sore throat, sore head, stuffy nose, stuffy ears. Yecch.

But I have a swanky new haircut, too. So, in the words of a coworker, "You don't feel well, but you look really good."

It's not much, but I guess it's better than having a cold and looking like crap.