Frankie and Annette

Sunday evening/night. A nonentity of a day. Took one trip out: to the grocery store and a late lunch. The grocery store expedition was driven by the need for tins of cat food. I was down to six, so I knew I had to go today or Monday. I'm wondering if I was once abducted by aliens outside a grocery somewhere, for I surely dislike going to one. Maybe there were some kind of weird medical experiments involving taco shells and brussels sprouts, and I've just repressed the whole thing.

On the way back from the grocery, I was almost hit by a car that ran a red light. (Does the word "MOTHERFUCKER" have meaning here?) I know better that to zip across an intersection when the light changes, so I always look. This guy was paying no attention to anything. Did he some how get his shoe size mixed up with his IQ?

The cats are in one of their romping moods, tearing from one room to the next and back again. Hermes is indulging in lots of high-pitched caterwauls; the feline version of a counter tenor, no doubt. I'm on the couch, and they keep somersaulting across me with claws flying left and right.

Installed Netscape 4.51 yesterday. So far, so good. There is a little quirk about the need to re-install plug ins for them to be recognized. A tiny oversight on someone's part. Have given up on trying to get the RealPlayer G2 Plus to work. Have loaded it at least ten times over about three weeks, and each time the laptop burps and crashes. Norton Utilities was no help either. Finally un-installed both.

Last Sunday night at this time, I was watching "Meeting People is Easy" on "120 Minutes" on MTV. 'Tis the story of Thom Yorke and his fellow band mates of Radiohead on tour last year. What a mind-numbing experience it was! Especially for a group of their caliber. All the cities look alike. The fans become clones. One set of demented questions after another. I can see why performers become druggies. The movie was followed by various videos of the group. The most surreal was one of them performing "Creep" on one of MTV's beach programs. Drunken frat boys and nubile maidens clustered 'round the stage as though it was a '90s version of a Frankie and Annette movie via an alternate universe. If that would not drive you to the gin mill, I don't know what would!

PAX!