August 2002

Simply incredible: If you do a Google search for You Never Give Me Your Money - without even putting it in quotes! - the number one result is a page right here at DavidGagne.Net™! I wonder if Paul is upset about that … One of these days, Mr. Google, I’m going to learn what it is that makes you tick.

I’m also the #1 result if you search for Bathroom Master, which is slightly annoying.

I must admit that yes, I did ask him when he was leaving. And yes, I did ask him why he was here. I’m ashamed and downtrodden. He paid for breakfast though, and it was quite good - even if Cantor’s, in general, is a Jerry’s Deli-esque sludgehole that, IMHO, is not even on par with any random House du Waffle in Florida. Where was I? Oh yes. In California. Just incredible. Sometimes, like the man says, I look around and just think, “Wow. I live here.”

I took a break from hacking out code and building insanely unsexy stored procedures tonight and happened upon what truly is the best Me-Fi thread ever. I must now seriously evaluate all of my previous notions concerning Portugal.

I have Papa John’s pizza on speed dial on my office phone.

Wow! Alltheweb.com is a great ego-searcher …

Am I way behind the rest of the bus by just now finding this? I’ve been way out of touch with Bloggerville lately.

OK…I’m going to the UF v. Miami game and the UF v. Ole Miss. Who else is in? Zook needs all the help he can get!

For some ridiculous reason I was still at the office at 11:45pm yesterday. When I got on the highway at 11:55pm, I mistakenly assumed that traffic would be minimal and I would zip home.
Ha!
They closed the 405.
They. Closed. The. 405.

Comically they chose not to let you know that it was closed from Getty Ctr. Dr. to (freaking!) Sepulveda until you were about 50 yards from what turned into an hour-and-a-half delaying detour through un-get-off-able mountain passes and backwoods backroads.

What’s amazing to me is that there are the same number of maniacs applying make-up, reading, pitching pilots on their portables, and trying to eat ramen with chopsticks while driving at midnight as there are at 7am. (That number, by the way, is two trillion.)

Every city I’ve ever called home has had something nasty … some ineffable idiosyncrasy … that its dwellers hold high, wave with pride, and flaunt in the face of visitors. In Daytona it was how stupid all the tourists are (were), in Gainesville it was the humidity (and / or stupidity of visiting Seminoles), in Boston it was the months of dark, gray winter. Have you ever had someone from Gainesville visit your home city? “You call this humid? In Gainesville this would be dry!” How about a friend from New England? “You think this is cold and crappy? Hell, in Bahstin we’d be running around in t-shirts if we were lucky enough to have this sawta weathah.”

In LA it’s the traffic. People here brave the traffic and even - though they would never admit it - take pride in battling the world’s worst commute every day.

It’s the most
Wonderful time
Of the year … !

CARLISLE, Pa. (AP) — It took only one NFL exhibition game for Steve Spurrier to get quizzed about running up the score. The Redskins never quit throwing in the 38-7 victory against the San Francisco 49ers in the American Bowl, including a fourth-and-1 post pattern to the end zone for a 31-yard touchdown in the fourth quarter.