A Sign of Armageddon: I

A Sign of Armageddon: I went to McDonald’s tonight, and was given BOTH a Golden Dollar and a Susan B. Anthony dollar in change. They are sitting in unholy union on top of my scanner glass right now, two bucks worth of Evil Omen.


Boy, how right I was! Seven hours after I posted that bit, my Internet access mysteriously stopped working. The router, a Covad 8019, had mysteriously come unplugged in my LAN room. The address of the US Mint is 801 9th street. I’ve obviously messed with powers beyond my comprehension.

A Sign of Armageddon: I

According to the chart on

According to the chart on my bathroom wall (that’s a sticky picture of it,) I’m actually starting to see some results from all the sessions I’ve been having with Jason Bravo, a personal trainer at New York Sports Club. I’m really glad of that, because it HURTS! Also, it’s kind of embarrassing — I’ll go into the free weight room with him, where all the “A” level gym people are, and I’ll huff away at weights that wouldn’t keep the papers on your desk in a stiff breeze. I make some pretty good faces, though — I look like Mark Wahlberg getting electrocuted in “Three Kings.”

According to the chart on