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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   Y2K microcosm
Monday, January 11 1999
I developed a brand new appreciation for the Y2K software glitch at work today after one of my robots choked on just the change from December to January! Yes, believe it or not, I had written January-uncompliant code. My bug resulted in rather eccentric and hard-to-trace errors, whose direct relationship to the month change didn't reveal itself immediately. It took me a good half hour to debug the problem enough to redeploy the robot. But first I had to clean up the mess the robot had made at the bequest of my earlier set of bad instructions. I realized that if all this difficult-to-correct trouble happened to me with just the code I'd written within the past three months, we're in for one hell of an interesting January 00.
Some have written me to say that they don't like my writing as much since I gave up on Charlottesville and the slacker lifestyle. They want me to be crazy, drink tussin, sip vodkatea (I still do!), and generally live up to my reputation as the bad boy you don't bring home to mother. I suppose it's inevitable. Any change in the scenery will have its detractors. But I'm mostly disappointed by the fact that there are those in my audience who aren't interested in exploring this whole new attic in my personality. Imagine if you were a kid and you found a hidden trapdoor to an entirely undiscovered underground Disneyland. Wouldn't that be a sublimely momentous event? Well, that's how becoming a hyper-productive member of the American workforce has been to me. In here I'm not so much interested in how this saga unfolds as I am in the fact that it took this amazing twist at an unforseen juncture. What could possibly come next? Aren't you interested? If not, perhaps you're here for the wrong reasons. But stick around anyway, who knows? I could always settle into a routine.
Ludmilla the Brazilian girl was over tonight with Giacomo, the pimpish Italian dude. They were having some kind of conflict about Giacomo's relationship with Juliana the Brazilian girl. Giacomo found out the other day about some other guy Juliana has been seeing and, well, it's not half as interesting a story as I thought it was when I came in tonight from yet another exhausting day of work and found such a heated debate taking place in the living room.
In other news: the hot water heater began hissing very loudly on Friday Night, and by Sunday we'd informed landlord. Today he replaced the hot water heater with a brand new earthquake-resistant model, yet the hissing continues. Evidently the "challenge" lies back in the wall somewhere.
After much back and forth on the issue, Kim and I have agreed to move next door within our apartment complex to a far more spacious two bedroom pad. Rent will increase $200 per month, but we have lots of money so it's no big deal.


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