August 2, 2000 — Caveat Emptor

I'm listening to a song that begins with Leonard Cohen stating, "Caveat Emptor -- let the buyer beware -- it's true that we're making a film about my life and that the film purports to examine my live closely, and the bath is part of my life, but still, regardless of the reason, here a man has invited a group of strangers to observe him cleaning his body," and then leads into spanish music and builds to a chorus of "Caveat Emptor" repeated a number of times. I suspect I spelt "Emptor," incorrectly; I blame an inadequate educational system.

But this all (sort of) ties in well to my day, I'm happy to report. For, you see, just as Leonard Cohen was making a film about his life, I was inspecting digital cameras that I could use for the anti-greg-cam in my dorm room -- and won't that be entertaining?

And there's more! I was also asked by Michelle (all these first names and no explanation as to who they are -- I'm definitely going to have to make a cast-of-characters page) to be in the movie she's making. I'll apparently be asked to spontaneously and honestly answer questions. Unfortunately for her, I've been thinking about it too much already and have an answer ready regarding the world-domination plans of squirrels (You don't think they just run across those power lines because it's fun, do you? They control the world's power and communication infrastructure already! We're doomed! And so forth...) regardless of the question.

Work, alas, continues to suck. It feels like the adults are talking down to me more and more. It's quite frustrating. I was supposed to stay and work for the week after next, but as I've said (that's right, you anti-greg readers heard my plans well before my co-workers), I'm planning on being finished by next Thursday. I'll be spending a minimum of three nights at work to accomplish this, but it shall be done. The more time I spend there, the more I feel suffocated. The air is terrible. I'm moving the desk in my room at home to a spot right beside the window so that when I work on the Bran Van 3000 site I'll have plenty of sun and fresh air. I can't wait. For real.

I can't think of an evenly vaguely suitable segue into this, so we'll just skip good English habits and get right to it. My new morning ritual is to eat my bagel, drink my glass of water, and read over the anti-greg statistics from the previous day. This is fun because I get to try and guess who works where based on the ISP information they elave behind in my log files. For instance, Will at Industry Canada visited 21 times in July, while someone who works at the City of Gloucester only visited once but loaded 500K worth of files. Isn't this fun? It seriously makes my morning. Other highlights include three visits from the Ottawa Hospital (Johnston?) and several from an Ottawa-Carleton District School Board computer. It just warms the heart. And on that note...