0:09 a.m. GMT

Just watched “Beavis and Butt-Head do America” on TV. Let me clarify that I am a big B&B fan. Anyway, the movie had all the expected ingredients, the chicks, the scoring, the bungholes and Cornholio, of course; however I suppose it’s not as good as I expected. The TV show still seems to be funnier, maybe it’s the comments on the videoclips, and then again, maybe not, maybe it’s just all been done before and so it isn’t all that funny anymore.

Anyway, it’s Monday and I hate that, I just hate that… especially when the week that’s about to start includes teaching… I don’t think I’ll get good at teaching even if I’ve been doing it for 50 years.

11:55 a.m. GMT

I’ve been reading other online diaries again.

I realize how much people like to enhance their text with literary figures, they turn their lives into something really important when they describe how the technician came to fix the washing machine or how they’re looking for a new job.

Some diaries are downright fictional and you don’t have to think or read much to find that out… As I see it there are three types of fake journals, First we have the people who lead great lives, have great jobs and make a lot of money, have great sex and a pile of amazing friends; for the most part, you’ll find that people who describe their amazing sex life in great detail are usually lying. Secondly we have the nearly mortem depressed chicks (not nearly as many blokes, at least I haven’t found many); they are hugely depressed, everything is a bummer, they have been dumped by their latest husband/lover/boyfriend, they cry all the time (*all* the time), they try to kill themselves every other day, everyone hates them, they have no friends and even the dog doesn’t care. Lastly we have the glamorous lives; they’re different from the first ones because the first ones are merely people with terribly successful lives, the glamorous lives are those that are really super models and describe their every day on the catwalk, or they’re actors and keep talking about rehearsals and playing some important theatre, perhaps they’re pornostars or strippers and they’ll go into great detail about photoshoots with dozens of amazing looking silicon girls.

But none of that matters. Is it, or is it not much more interesting reading these people’s lives, or at least what they enjoying writing down and enjoying to imagine it’s their life, rather than going through magazines and reading about princes and princesses, presidents, movie stars and their cocaine addictions?

That’s what I think it’s interesting about these online journals and why, contrary to my predictions, I didn’t give mine up after the first week. I find myself hours online scanning the diaries, just reading plain stuff, or perhaps some more amazing, possibly fictionalized stuff, and realizing the uncanny amount of things that actually go on in the planet. How different people’s lives can be or, better yet… how the same!

But it is Monday. Although it’s a cool and breezy Monday, sunny, but not hot. That doesn’t make up for the fact that it’s actually Monday and I have a bunch of things to get underway, including mostly stuff I don’t want to do.

14:40 GMT – now playing: Camel – The Homecoming

I’ve just been checking out stuff about the new Mac OS X. I must clarify that I mostly hate Macs, their operating system is annoying, lame and it crashes almost as much as Windows.

But the new Mac OS X is a UNIX system based, among other things, on BSD, apparently it’ll even have a command line! A command line on a Mac! It starts to sound to me like Apple decided to no more be an isolated and no-chance competitor to Microsoft and has joined the UNIX world. However, I still cannot understand where the buying of Apple (or part thereof) by Microsoft fits in all this… If MS now owns a part of Apple, shouldn’t they be trying to push Apple into running Windows on their machines?

17:03 GMT – now playing – Camel – Fritha Alone

I finally finished some undone work that had been that way for over a month now… I feel amazingly better now! I had no idea that was hanging so heavily on me, only when it was done I realized I felt much more at ease.

Now I can plunge into the next impossibility. I wonder what it’s like to have a normal job… not to have to come up with anything, invent anything, write down funny stories or suddnely be counted on to draw something you’ve never drawn before.

Here I goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…