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David is an occasional blogger, software engineer, Nintendo fanboy, liberal, news magazine addict, voracious TiVo user, and bibliophile. He was born in St. Louis, grew up in southern Indiana, and returned to St. Louis to attend Washington University. He hasn't managed to escape yet. He's a fan of free wine tastings, too many tv shows to name, and eating out. David makes his living developing web applications used internally by his employer. He doesn't blog about work because he's heard too many stories about that causing workplace troubles. There's more on the about page. |
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25 July 2001 - 12:58 pm
Is there a better way to spend your morning than by reading Herbert Kornfeld's past columns? If there is, I haven't found it yet. Speaking of the Onion, was anyone else rolling on the floor when they read the article about the nonagenarian who collects state quarters?
As the afternoon wears on, I seem to be losing my caffiene induced high. I have a little bit of work to do today, which is a pleasant change from the status quo, and will keep me ocupied for the next hour or so. Then I may work on the thirtyfour.org logo design contest for a bit. I'll be a bit handicapped in my efforts, because my only graphics programs here at work are a trial version of Macromedia Fireworks (which I like, but it doesn't compare with good ol' Photoshop) and Microsoft Image Composer (which I hate with a fervor so ingrained into my being that it gives me an intense headache whenever I contemplate using it).
Now I'll share a little conversation I overheard while dining last night. Here's a little background, the man had just gone through four glasses of water in less than five minutes.
Waiter: Would you like a pitcher of water?
Man sitting alone at table: No I don't want my f***ing picture taken.
Waiter: No. Not picture, pitcher.
Man: I said f***ing NO! What are you, drunk?
Waiter: No, I haven't been drinking. I was just asking if...
Man: F*** this. You're drunk. I know how you Chinese are.
I left at this point, and don't know how the interaction ended, but it probably wasn't pretty. I should probably also mention that during the entire time the man was in the restaurant, his regular speaking voice was loud enough to be mistaken for yelling. Oh, and one more thing: his waiter wasn't Chinese, or even Asian. It was all just very strange, and I was glad to leave when I finished my meal.
Posted by on 25 July 2001 at 12:58 PM
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