| 15 May 2003 at 17.31.04 ZuluTime
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Posted by Baron Greenback [216.54.125.5 - ip-216-54-125-5.coxfiber.net] on 15 May 2003 at 17.31.04 ZuluTime:
I find myself in a mall, on a thursday. I know I work on thursday, and I think my job is supposed to be important or something. There's a ticket to the sequel to the matrix movie in my hand, and I'm sitting at a computer. I don't ask questions anymore. I just end up places and react to things, and right now I've decided to post this to the Gremlinboard so that I can have fun making sense of it all later. I'm certain I'm at least partially inebriated right now, but I can't ever remember not being drunk, so I can't say for sure. There are people all around me, staring at the water fountain and eating bagels. Wow, this tastes like straight espresso! And, there's a lot of it! Anyway, I think I was going to post a movie review, except that since the ticket is in my hand, I suspect I haven't actually seen the movie yet. I mean, I know what the plot is about; neo has to find this keymaker rebel plot device-type person and decide not to rebuild zion etcetera etcetera, but that doesn't neccesarily mean I've actually seen the movie yet. And, seeing as how you're supposed to view the movie before you post a review of it, that means it would be bad form to do just that. So, the question remains: why am I typing this. There are other questions that make just as much sense, such as where am I, who am I, and what am I doing with a sock on my right hand, but I'll leave these questions to minds far more capable than my own, which pretty much qualifies anyone. I hope I didn't post this.