97Jan12 07:17PM From Nick's Cafe Americain (Local message)
Room "One of Those Days>" created by Nick
97Jan12 07:21PM From Nick
It was one of those days when the garbage collectors were on time. Easy sentences poured from the windowpanes and the buntings all grew heavy. The mayor declared it a national day of status quo, and the people cheered as they went back to work. The neighborhood sidewalks, all cluttered with the half-eaten fried chickens from the night before, saw easy money in the diner business.

"It's easy as pie," Frances affirmed in solitude. "there is never a way out!"

At that moment her brother went down into the attic to make guns a little more sexy, but came up with a quarrel of angry mice.

"Eureka!" He cried, but his idea was cut short by the softness of the sinking sun as it scalded the nearby mountainsides.

End of day one.

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moffitt@usfca.edu

97Jan16 01:51AM From [divide] Vervain [and quit]
it was one of _those_ days--the ones that martha stewart would tend to pickle and preserve and bottle up to save until a january permafrost evening. yes, everything was kumquats and high-pressure systems on the outside, but on the mawkish true photograph (figure a), one could tell that it was our most desperate hour.

"it's not!"

"oh, but it is--they brought this one special-express from vienna."

"yes, i see that. but that woman's no glaswegian, since you can still understand 50% of what she's saying."

"has alfred ben informed? i mean, bubbled and crisped and all?"

"prawn cocktails. that's as far as my people were willing to go."

"i suppose it must suffice, then."

"unless you want to shadowbox with the subordinate vermillion premier, yes."

end of day two.
97Feb04 08:37PM From [The large print giveth] Nick [the small print taketh away]
It was one of those days when the trees wept like idiots, and novelty letter-openers fell from the skies. The skies were all riled up about somethin' or other, and decided to run off to resolve the dispute.

In the meantime, charley went forth to take advantage of their absence, hurling himself to the moon in a phoebus from last May.

"I claim this land for Spain!" he cried, but his songs were cut off by the cheery absence that abhorred his abstainance.

"Speak not of Spain!" it hushed, growing ever stiller "let the foundations overtake!"

At that moment:
Birds sang songs
Dogs made messes
Men unmade other men
and the ground swallowed poor charley up.
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moffitt@usfca.edu
97Feb05 07:02AM From [Prove it] Notorious [by induction.]
It was one of those bright, cheery midwinter days when the snow sat on the ground like a poodle in a jar of marshmellow creme. One of those days when, staring at my breakfast cereal, I began to think--about life, about death, about pork futures, about shrinkwrap. Ah, shrinkwrap. If there is one thing wrong with the world today, I decided, it must be shrinkwrap. No one notices it, wrapped tight and clear around the fiber of our lives, but just try, just TRY I say, try and push a bit at the boundaries of everyday life. You'll find you can't. It won't budge, no matter how much you RIP, and RIP and TEAR...and yet you can see the other side, beyond the clear plastic, mocking you! As I pushed the boundaries, I kept hearing CRINKLE. CRINKLE. CRINKLE. No one else heard it. I was beginning to think I'd gone insane, until...

It was one of those days. One of those dark, dreary summer days, when the sun can burn straight into a man's liver. That day I found the tab marked "pull here."

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You bet your GODDAMN bottom dollar I'm bitter!

97Feb09 02:14AM From [OH MY GOD!!] Narcoleptic Dog [SOMEBODY PUT SHIT IN MY PANTS!]
It was one of those days; a day _exactly_ like the one before except that it was infinitely different. The way days always are, sometimes. It was on this day that I looked upon the Budweiser frogs and saw an analogy for the three kings of Orient. I laughed when I looked at the calendar. Why do we bother numbering the days when time is infinite? I began to wonder if this actually was "one of those days", after all, how did I know that it was a day at all. I climbed atop a building that day and stared at what was above me: Stars, moons, purple horseshoes. I wondered how someone could guess that the earth moved around the sun. We can only base Earth's "movements" as opposed to it relation to other bodies in the sky. I pondered what it mean to be real that "day" if it was a day at all. As I looked down at the street below me, I realized that I could find out what it would mean to be "unreal". I looked down upon this street, realizing that I could jump. But then I figured I would be passing up an opportunity to egg the Senior citizens that passed by. So that is what I did that day.

-End of day seven.

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listen! . . . do you smell cheese?

97Apr01 06:40PM From [In a world without fences,] Nick [who needs Gates?]
It was one of those days when dreams never came out quite right and the books never stood properly on the shelf. Lame ducks killed cold turkeys in strict rotation and the fire department eventually was called to hose down the alleyways. Albert went down to the copy shop to make software a little freer, while his sister busied herself coloring in all the 'O's in the King James Bible.

"Damn it all to hell!" she cried as she began to lose her balance, "We will never get the Sci-Fi channel in this city!"

But, as if in response, a moose wandered by carrying on its back the complete works of Keats, neatly filed and stored on spools of microfilm. It bid the world adieu, and solemnly went into the library stacks to lay down its life for the good of the cause.

-End of day eight.

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moffitt@usfca.edu

97Apr18 10:50PM From [Music, sweet music] Nick [I wish I could caress...]
It was one of those days when disaffected notes seeped from every crack, and the coffee wouldn't sit quite right. Unbalanced cretins matched up against stoic wizards in the hopes that they would be siezed by the moment and driven to victory. Jason ventured off to the foothills in order to make cesium a little safer, and the others stayed to celebrate his return.

"Either way, you cannot win" explained Katy, throwing aside formal grammars in favor of an arbitrary, non-deterministic mood. "Why not just sell it all to the papers?"

And as the seals set sail from the shore...
And as the sinks sun slowly in the west...
The answer is always in the back of the book.

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moffitt@usfca.edu

97Apr18 10:54PM From PookahGirl
It was one of those days when my cold tea dregs and the band seem to stem from the same lackidasically run factory in China. My socks turned brown, and the nice Buddhist man on the bus wouldn't make eye contact. Like a scene from "LA Story" I felt the sudden desire to part from the norm and sail off in a new direction. So I packed a sack lunch and headed down that dirt road, winding through all the cliches the world has to offer.
97Apr20 01:00AM From [international] Vervain [art thug]
it was one of those days when the whistle of the monnitor drowned out the construction workers right outside: but glad i was, always glad, since either way it meant i wouldn't have to listen to:
"it was before he got into all that cubist stuff."
"i don't care for that, but i DO care for this!"
"her was like that but mine was like that."
"look at the hands! they're a closed system!"
i tumbled ovre into delicious cider for want of a bed, and jotted a few minotaursketchlike creatures before declaring it END of DAY WHATEVER.
97Apr21 06:27PM From [Music, sweet music] Nick [I wish I could caress...]
It was one of those days when hearts hung heavy and no amount of sleep would do the trick. Half-hearted clouds hovered over the city as if to fog, but never found sufficient reason to just let go. As the students, residents, travellers and insects went about their business, a lone lamp flickered in the window, blue wax floating in arbitrary lifelike formations.
"If you have ice cream, I will give it to you;" went the curse, "if you have no ice cream, I will take it from you."
Nick settled into the office to make the hours a little shorter, but ound himself staring into the spiral eyes of a recursive yin-yang.

Attempting furiously to unravel the stack, he wept bitterly into his napkin, which spoke to him in saltwater Rorshach, showing his own reflection that he may stare, transfixed.

Evening fell, and morning came, and that was the end of the Nth day.

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moffitt@usfca.edu

97May01 06:44PM From Schrödinger's Kitty
It was one of those days when ice cream just wouldn't melt and children ran screaming to their parents with skinned knees from trying to learn how to skateboard. The sky seemed to have just a little too much indigo, the trees branches hung low under the weight of too much air, and your favorite songs never get played on the radio, just other songs that have the same intros so your hopes get raised just to be fragmented like an empty wine bottle that decides it can't go on and so throws itself from the table. It was one of those days when your mouth seems so dry that you swear you will never eat two jars of green olives again and your room seems brighter then the world outside and it all seems so circular like yesterday was just like this but you used to not think so but now you can not quite remember and all your shoes seem a little too tight.

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