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Saturday, June 19 1999
In the morning, Kim and I watched an action adventure called Under Siege. Normally Kim rents art films and foreign flicks, not testosterone-soaked action adventures, but evidently one of her massage clients, a Navy Seal, had recommended this film highly, so when she saw it at Bockbluster, she decided to rent it. It was, to put it bluntly, an absolutely horrible film in all the ways that big expensive films can be horrible. It had that all-too predictable good-guys-versus-bad-guys-with-one-cute-chick-thrown-in plot line (the sort of plot best not revisited in the post-Star Wars age). The cartoon-like good and evil traits of heroes and villains was, through the prism of my late-90s sensibilities, embarrassingly anachronistic. But, as Kim pointed out, this film must be sheer eyeball candy to the two-dimensional, unpoetic, simplistic minds of the Schtevish male viewers comprising this film's intended audience. Not being part of that audience, I'm hardly a good judge of this sort of film.
I had so much work that needed doing at work that I actually went to work this afternoon. Yes, on a Saturday no less. Admitting this is even more embarrassing than admitting to watching a lame action adventure. Complicating my efforts was the fact that the development system was still on the fritz, but I managed to cobble together a development environment anyway using a semi-live web server. There were quite a few others at work today as well, mostly VPs, Directors and other upper-management types. Some of these trickled by my desk to give me alligator grins and praise my industry, unaware that I would subsequently mock them here. After all, I wasn't there as show of corporate energy. Indeed, I was frankly a little embarrassed to be seen going so far above and beyond the call of duty. I don't want people expecting this sort of effort from me.
On the way home in the darkness along the north bank of the San Diego River I was treated to a spectacular fireworks display launched by Sea World (located on the shores of Mission Bay). I thought they were practicing for the Fourth of July, but later I learned that they launch fireworks every night at nine throughout the summer.


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