what do you tell the co-workers? - Tuesday May 04 1999    

In San Diego, May shows no promise of being any warmer than April was. Sigh. I miss New Orleans already, though it's good to be away from the relentless drugs, enormous bills and zero privacy. It's kind of good to be back at work, even if the work seems even more pointless than it did before.

It's difficult figuring out exactly what to tell the co-workers. Cocaine? Xanax? Chicken in the haystack upstairs in the oldest restaurant in New Orleans? Some of it sounds manufactured, the rest sounds ridiculous. But it's all true.

Kim already has lots of great pictures back from the developer. I'll make some of these available when I have the time. Of course, I'm also working on the actual text of the New Orleans entries. So sit tight and play it sweet until those are done.

I'm enjoying Futurama more and more with each viewing. The water people aliens (and all the related gags) were absolutely hysterical in tonight's episode. I have to confess that the limitless creativity possible within the Futurama story line had me worried at first. I didn't think anyone could seriously take advantage of such a wide creative scope. But Groening and his boys (and girls, I suppose) appear to be doing an excellent job, merrily ridiculing our culture as they go. How about that multi-armed "Emeril" teevee chef with his seasoning weasel? Bam!