{"id":3867,"date":"2002-11-07T00:50:00","date_gmt":"2002-11-07T00:50:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2002\/11\/07\/"},"modified":"2002-11-07T00:50:00","modified_gmt":"2002-11-07T00:50:00","slug":"3867","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/davebushe.net\/words\/2002\/11\/07\/3867\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.wired.com\/news\/images\/0,2334,56085-5310,00.html\" title=\"\" onmouseover=\"JavaScript: self.status=''; return true;\" onmouseout=\"JavaScript: self.status=''; return false;\">Best. Mac. Ever.<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Stuff:<\/p>\n<ul>\n<li> Guilt by association seems to be the in thing at work these days.<\/li>\n<li> Over 7 months to prepare less than a days work and they are not ready. In a word <b>bollocks<\/b>.<\/li>\n<li> The shit is about to hit the fan.<\/li>\n<li> The pub is a bad place<\/li>\n<li> I remember my first kiss, it was somewhat unexpected. She was cute tho.<\/li>\n<li> I have learned to laugh at somethings I did not use to.<\/li>\n<li> The next Feist is <i>Jimmy the Hand<\/i>. I cannot wait.<\/li>\n<li> I had an urge to read some <i>Sandman<\/i> a few days ago. Last night I decided to go for it. I was only going to read <i>The Sound of her Wings<\/i>. That would be issue 8, the introduction of Death and one of my favourite comics. Once I pulled it off my shelf. I had to start at the start. I love this series so very much.<\/li>\n<li> I got a strange email yesterday. It ended by asking me what someone had to do to get me to email them. I don&#8217;t do emails. not often anyway. I prefer IM.<\/li>\n<li> I am in such a bad state moneywise for Tokyo.<\/li>\n<li> Rumour, not everything you hear is true.<\/li>\n<li> Exaggeration must always be taken into account.<\/li>\n<li> One friend has turned off his blog. Another friend has moved hers to a private area and is going for the private and personal approach.<\/li>\n<li> I have considered both ideas before.<\/li>\n<li> This really does flow and just not stop once I get going.<\/li>\n<li> I&#8217;m really stressed out about Tokyo. Really really stressed. I have no idea what to do.<\/li>\n<li> I have ever having to admit I need or want help.<\/li>\n<li> I don&#8217;t know how to talk to strangers.<\/li>\n<li> I don&#8217;t know how to talk to some of my friends at the moment.<\/li>\n<li> Moments of complete and utter honesty can sometimes be the most refreshing thing. I had a couple recently where I told people stuff and well one of them left me on a complete high for over a week.  still feels good. Somewhat stupid, but I found I really don&#8217;t care.<\/li>\n<li> Jesus, this list does get long. I had not realised just how many points there were till I scrolled up.<\/li>\n<li> I am planning on keeping a separate blog for the two weeks I&#8217;m in Tokyo with a much higher audience. Might have to write it all and upload it when I get back but still. I am considering sending my parents the url. I am not sure on this point.<\/li>\n<li> I enjoy drinking with my dad. I am looking forward to doing it when I get back to Dublin next.<\/li>\n<li> A blog which I frequent scared me yesterday. It has a photo on the top. It is a picture of a locker room in a Dublin college. I recognised the room, I was only ever in it once.<\/li>\n<li> They say honesty is the best policy. Is it, and if so is it always the best policy?<\/li>\n<li> Who are &#8216;They&#8217;.<\/li>\n<li> I hate xmas. I hate this time of year. I wish a law would be passed banning anything from happening until at least December.<\/li>\n<li> The later U2 material really pales in comparison to the early work.<\/li>\n<li> I am having trouble sleeping again. Not as badly as before, but bad enough. I&#8217;m down to about 6 hours a night.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Best. Mac. Ever. Stuff: Guilt by association seems to be the in thing at work these days. Over 7 months to prepare less than a days work and they are not ready. In a word bollocks. The shit is about to hit the fan. 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