Wednesday, 17 January 2001 12:30pm

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fter two days of using the Panasonic Sonic Shaving System for two days, I gotta say, it's a pretty dang close shave. Closer than a blade. I am also noticing some skin irritation in certain spots, but that could be part of that "wait it out 30 days" thing. As for never wanting to shave with anything else... I don't know about that yet, but we'll see soon enough. I guess this update is starting to look more like Bryan's Fabulous Product Showcase but whatever. There hasn't been very much exciting stuff going on in my life lately, so I guess you guys will just have to deal with this stuff.
There's a local radio station putting on one of those 5 minute date events. I'm thinking about signing up. You have to send in some info and they actually select people though. I wonder how that will work out. Actually, I'm more worried about what kind of people will show up. I mean, will there really be a lot of people my age there? Oh well, I might as well sign up for it, I mean, I could meet some people if I get in, and I'm pretty sure it's free. It could be fun. Actually, it would be fun just to go there and watch them do it. I mean, my main problem lately is that I just haven't had much opportunity to socialize. Most of the people at my work are quite a bit older, and most of everyone else I know in San Diego moved away.

1:30am (thursday morning)
It's been a while since I've posted any pictures of myself so. Yeah. You know what really sucks? Waiting around for nothing. And finding out that things are not what you thought they were. The difference between just doing your job and good customer service? Hey, I look young, I know that. But if you're a supermarket checker looking at my ID, you gotta assume that most of the people coming through there are legal. So don't treat people like criminals that are trying to get away with something, when chances are they are doing absolutely nothing wrong. You're already inconveniencing me, you don't have to give me any accusatory tone. Make sure I know that you understand it's an inconvenience, and that you're just doing your job. And here's a hint... the sign on your cash register says "must be born on this day in 1980". If the ID says "1977", that person is older than 21. That's for your checkers who are too dumb to subtract.
It's amazing what a little language change can do. For dinner tonight I had grilled seasoned strip steak smothered in mushrooms sauteed with a bold white wine butter garlic sauce. Of course, if you are sauteeing mushrooms, the butter is going to be there anyway. Throw in some garlic salt and a splash of wine, and suddenly, it's more exotic. Toss in a couple words like "smothered", "delicate", "bold" or "light", and suddenly, you've got an effin' gourmet dinner. by the way, thanks, George Foreman, for yet another great slab of meat, cooked to juicy perfection.
It's already been a year since the last show I worked on. As a stage manager, I mean. My, how time flies. I thought I was supposed to go out with someone tomorrow but she ended up forgetting about a rehearsal she has to go to tomorrow.

Thursday, 18 January 2001 12:45am (friday morning)

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ow, I know that this thing was made for Cami by Jesse. But she had been raving about it so much that I just had to do something about it. Jesse, if it was supposed to be something really special or personal, I'm sorry, but I just had to pull one of those "hey, could I borrow that CD for like... an hour" and copy that mix onto a minidisc. I love minidisc. By the way, the mix cd kicks ass. So, sorry. I just had to steal it.
I got some running shoes at Big 5 tonight. Yes, I really am going to start running again. Starting tomorrow night. I don't care how cold it is. After work tomorrow, I'm running, baby. Oh yeah. Stupid kids. While I was at the store, there was some junior high kid trying on shoes. He'd try on some shoes and start jumping around. Then he would try a different pair of shoes. He was trying to see which shoes would make him jump higher. Finally, he tried just jumping around with just his socks on and asked his mom "how high was that?" and she, not very excited to be there, replied "about the same". Stupid kids think shoes make you jump higher.
So I sent in that application for that five-minute date thing. Hopefully I will be chosen to participate. I found out that Yahoo has a free service that will send news and weather and junk to your PCS phone. Yes, free. So starting tomorrow morning, we'll see how it works. Supposedtly at 9am, I will be getting the weather report delivered to my phone via SMS message; I usually leave here around 9:15 and 9:30 so it's perfect timing. If it works the way it's supposed to, that is. The internet is pretty dang cool.
I could listen to La Belle Dame Sans Regrets, the song by Sting on his Mercury Falling album over and over forever. By the way, whoever sent me that album from my Amazon Wishlist... I still haven't received it yet, so I think it's pretty safe to assume that it's lost. You might want to talk to them or something to find out what happened. But thanks anyway! I'll just have to settle for the minidisc I made from MP3's, but I would definitely rather have the real thing... or at least, be listening to a minidisc made from the real thing. Then I could protect the real thing and not have to worry about scratching the CD or whatever.
Way back in January 1998, I declared that:

Well, I don't know. I'd like to now profess that:

I actually haven't seen or heard about her since like... well, 1998. But I guess once, back then, she found my little statement about her through some sort of web search. She e-mailed me and wanted to know why I would hate her even though I didn't even really know her. She wanted to meet me to talk about it. I didn't know what there was to talk about, so I never responded. Anyway. I have no idea what she's doing now. Anyway. I just wanted to rectify this hate. And who knows, maybe she'll search on the internet again and find this new page.