My work shift has shifted to a swing shift
(3 to 11p.m.)   That isn't too bad of a thing for now since I have weekends off, but I know soon that will change.  It's one of EarthLink's new year's resolutions, "Fuck with all new employees to the fullest extent of, but within, the law."  Actually that's the resolve of nearly every technical support division within a major corporation.  I don't know why they can't let their customers know that on Holidays and, yes, even on Le Weekend, if they're having trouble loading kiddy porn and stock quotes or scraping their friends illiteracy off of the mail servers, then they'll just have to wait for help until the offices open back up after the holiday or weekend.  And noone can dare think they'll get a leg up on the competition by offering technical support on the weekends because there will be a law against it requiring that leg to be broken unless it's the owner, CEO, executive board and board of directors that are there taking the abuse on the phones.
Also, no watering lawns in the desert.  It pisses off the baby Jesus.

I'm making little progress on any writing, hopefully that'll change after the New Year or before.  I am writing this every day but it can't be considered actually writing in the stricter senses of the word.  There is also the comic strip, but it's talentless poop puns and little more.  If you haven't seen it yet, there are now ten of them up.  I'd put a link to go there but I want you sticking around on this page for now, as I consider...
What am I going to do on January 1st 2000?
I think I'll sit in a darkened movie house, anything that is in the ballpark of revival cinema.  Nothing new.  Nothing with an outlandishly bloated budget.  I don't even want the print to be new.  The film can bear the dust, scratches and orange tinted blemishes only years of traveling college circuits and sitting around on shelves in warm, dusty and humid climates can give it.  Give me a tub, not a sack, of heart-killer buttery drenched buttered corn pops, a tub of root beer and chocolate covered raisins and we're set to go.  I'll sink back into the seat and not here the ear drum assaulting THX babies whine, which I like in my theaters, but I'll be quite pleased at its absence.  A preview will start playing for some garish crime noir thriller complete with over-lay fonts announcing characters like, "Sherilyn!  The icy blond who learns too late what love can be!!"
I'll sip some rootbeer to soak the popcorn remnants stuck in my molars and the feature will begin.  Why start the year any other way?

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