gooch is now officially sick. So sick, in fact, that he's resorted to talking about himself in the third person.
--gooch
Friday, October 05, 2001
If you have nothing to say, you should say nothing. But why should I start following that piece of advice now?
Oh, you want an update to the log? Well, my DSL is hooked up again. I'll start adding new links to the links page, and maybe I'll write another column. Word of advice: Don't get a USB DSL modem, get the internal. Sure, it sucks having to spend an extra 20 second to open your computer case, but the difference is like night and day.
Paxil+Ephedrine=insomnia. Gooch=tired.
My schedule is now swamped with the extracurriculars. Dart League on Thursday nights, appearances on cable access (you know, where I imitate a stone statue for an hour at a time), working on a CD release for a band, and sharing time between practicing my drums and trying to get higher scores on my Atari 2600.
Jam Magazine is coming back to newstands. Just like the Empire, just like Christ, they will strike back.
I want to go to bed. I'm tired boss... dog tired.
gooch
Oh, you want an update to the log? Well, my DSL is hooked up again. I'll start adding new links to the links page, and maybe I'll write another column. Word of advice: Don't get a USB DSL modem, get the internal. Sure, it sucks having to spend an extra 20 second to open your computer case, but the difference is like night and day.
Paxil+Ephedrine=insomnia. Gooch=tired.
My schedule is now swamped with the extracurriculars. Dart League on Thursday nights, appearances on cable access (you know, where I imitate a stone statue for an hour at a time), working on a CD release for a band, and sharing time between practicing my drums and trying to get higher scores on my Atari 2600.
Jam Magazine is coming back to newstands. Just like the Empire, just like Christ, they will strike back.
I want to go to bed. I'm tired boss... dog tired.
gooch