Gism Butter

Tue, 11 May 2004

Oxygen

The laundromat across the street is a constant hazzard for residents of my neighborhood. First, they must dash across the increasingly busy Telegraph Avenue due to the added distance the nearest crosswalk adds to the trip. Then, once inside, they must deal with the two old men that work there.

These two mena re delightful fellows, don't get me wrong. But one of them is from Mississippi, and he is almost unintelligible. He sits there with his oxygen tank linked to his nose, eyes wide, high as a kite, dishing out incorrect numbers of quarters. When he gets going, he will talk to anyone in the place, making direct eye contact, and pontificating at length about anything from The War, to the problems with todays youth. It's best to simply smile and nod, then walk hastily out the door.

His compatriot who works in the morning has only one good eye, the other having long ago succumbed to a cataract. He's mostly deaf, but cordial when he hears you. He never counts his quarters properly, typically dishing out too many, then handing over too much cash change. An unscrupulaous soul could swindle him, but I always make sure I get the right amount. That sort of ledgerdemain is not cool.

So I discovered a few things today. One was the INT top level domain. I found this while searching for This Fax thingie. I want a .int domain name. I want one right now.

I am bored. Tomorrow, I have lunch with Juniper dude, then Thursday I have an interview with some non-profit tech support company. Lot of those around these days. I guess non-profits have the dough people want.



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