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What happens when tree-hugging nazis run the world

Sat, 2001/06/30 - 5:13pm

So, as suspected, the Wonder Wagon failed Air Care. I noticed that the schmoe that was doing the test was running the car right at the top edge of the green zone and I failed just by a hair. If he had run the car in the middle of the green zone I would have passed. Oh, well. I only wanted three months insurance anyway. Now I have to decide if I put money into the wagon or look for new car.


Has this happened to you?

Sat, 2001/06/30 - 11:05am

Ever been really pissed off because of something you dreamt?

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/54443.html


Suddenly nothing happened

Fri, 2001/06/29 - 10:40pm

All of a sudden I am feeling very, very sleepy. I was going to bug Trish and Michelle to let me tag along with them tonight, but now that I am home I think I may just go to sleep on the couch.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/54076.html


Due to the miracle of atomic mutation the city was saved...

Thu, 2001/06/28 - 5:38pm
Vancouver Sun article
Cat for Trish

...but at what cost?

Actually this is brilliant. Now if they can pull off a retrovirus to upgrade my existing cats...

And in other news...

Today's Vancouver Surrey Province headline:


Bitching pays off

Wed, 2001/06/27 - 10:24pm
Amazing
Letter from the landlord


Oh, man.

Tue, 2001/06/26 - 11:42pm

What an exciting life I lead. I spent my day in my cubicle writing code for a bank's intranet, then I came home and spent my evening writing code for a credit union's intranet. It is possible to interpret some of what I do as being important... the stuff I've made so far, at the moment, directly impacts or will have an impact on about three million people. How weird is that?


So my day unsuckified itself

Tue, 2001/06/26 - 5:53pm

Despite my determination to be miserable today was good. My boss was asking me how things were going and clearly concerned that I may not stay on when my contract is up (which I actually haven't made my mind up about). I've been noticing old habits coming back from a few years ago when I last had a job with regular hours. Damnit all to hell anyway. My counter-culture façade of disdain is crumbling under the realization that I make about as much in a day now as I used to live off for a month when I was 17. That's worth eight hours in a cubicle.


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