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GMA

(transcribed from Book Two of my diary)

1:35AM, Saturday, August 22, 1992

"Today" I got to Good Morning America a tad early (2 minutes) and took a picture of Alex beside Wayne & Garth in Wayne's World. he watched the movie every night this week. When I came in, there was a big big group of peple in the hotel lobby who had been awake all night. At 4AM, a lady came up to me and said, "So, is tomorrow your last day?" I thought for a second and then said, "No. Today is our last day."

That could be interesting

She looked at her watch, and a little of realization hit her.

7:55AM same day.

First, a note about the previous entry. I was totally falling asleep as I wrote the last 3 lines. The text in blue was totally out of a dream I was having. I just wrote it down, knowing that it might not make sense, but it would be a hardcopy of an otherwise elusive dream thought. The last line kinda makes sense; the worde are right, but it's missing something.

Now, here's omething that's more like what I would have written if I had been awake, starting with that which is in blue.

She looked at her watch, and looked a bit surprise as she realized what I meant. I said, "go get some sleep." she said, "OK.."

While we were at the "Home Base," and I was keeping pedestrian traffic moving ("Just don't stop in the area, sir. Walk all the way through.") a very nice looking girl approached me and asked about the show and stuff. I talked with her and then she left, and sat on a chair to watch. A bit later, we got a 15 minute break, and I sat and talked to her. Her name is Kelly and she's a computer programmer! RIGHT!!! She lives in Phoenix, but I swapped addresses with her on her business cards. I said "Hey" to her several times after that as I was running around during the show.

It's now 8:12AM. I'm going to Tomball to help ma pack.

3:30PM Saturday August 22, 1992

Yesterday I got to sit in the seat that Dan Quayle was going to use for the interview. I acted as the lighting/camera guinea pig as the lighting & camera crews set up stuff around me. Doug sat in Charlie's chair, "So, Mr Quayle, what do you think your chances for reelection are?" "Well, I'll be OK if I can just remember to spell "vote" without an "e" on the end."

Doug covered his eyes and lowered his head as he laughed... It was quite funny. The Secret Service dudes swarmed over the whole hotel. I would sya, "Good Morning!" to each of them, and they would just grunt. Except for one, who commented on the Good Morning America T-shirt I was wearing. I said, "OK Ok.. I'll give you the shirt for that little pin on your jacket." He expelled a nervous choke of laughter. "Oh jeez. I might as well give you my first born." Dude.

At the ending scene, Charlie was right by our "office". He said, "We'll be right back." and Patty the stage manager said, in her New Jersey accent, "Okay! Ten minute break!" Charlie went in the room and tossed the nerf football a little. I was on the other side of the table (Diagnoally opposite) and I said, "hey, you wanna play?" So he tossed it to me and we played catch for 2 or 3 minutes RIGHT!!! I have never enjoyed throwing a football per se, but since it was Charlie, I loved it. It was totally cool. And he was commenting on throws. "Oh that was a good one" " This football is hard to spiral" etc. I loved it.

Then Patty announced "Okay we're back in 2 mintues!" So he went out there and I ran to the other side of the htoel so I would be in the background. I stood there for the duration of the show. Cool.

Afterward, Fred (runner) and I went to the 30th floor and took pictures. We snuck into a room that had a door ajar and took a picture from the window. The room was bigger than my whole apartment. permalink

Molly

(transcribed from Book Two of my diary)

11:55PM Saturday, 20 August 92

Last night after work, Molly got here and we hugged and made out for over an hour (NOT!) We played on my computer and she got 9022 on Blockout. My lowest highscore is 90220 or so... We contacted John & Maggie at Marcel's and met them at House of Pies on Antoine. Molly and I were given slightly inaccurate directions, so we took the scenic route.. We got there and I hugged & hugged Maggie. We went inside and sat down. Amy, our waitress, approached and we were goofing around. She asked if we were ready to order, so I said yes, and telepathically told Marcel what I wanted, and he verbally told her. Then I verbally told her what he telepathically ordered through me. Make sense? She came back a bit later and announced that Marcel and I must be on the wrong wavelength, since my order, banana cream pie with strawberry topping, doesn't exist. I told her she has to special make it for me. She did. When whe brought it out, I said, "wonderful. Better than I had expected."

We ate, and Marcel told us the dog-in-a-former-life-broken-clavical-joke and got Maggie with it. Very funny. Then we went home, and I accidentally dropped my frisbee as I held it out the window. Molly stopped and I got it, only after 2 cars had run it over, though.

Today, Molly and I went to Tomball and helped ma load the truck for Dallas. We stopped by my dad's and got some software and a C++ book. We got back home and then met Maggie & John at Marcel's. We all played Frisbee, incuding Molly's YoYoBee. Then we watched Casablanca, (Humphrey Bogart & Ingrid Bergman) Maggie & John left, and Marcel, Molly & I watched Wayne's World. Coolness. Then we returned the movies at Soundwarehouse, and I bought CD's Pink Mischief by Jeannette Katt ("Girl Noise") and The White Room by The KLF ("3 A.M. Eternal" and "Last Train to Trancentral") This CD turns out to be a double CD case and has mixes of "Justified & Ancient" on the other CD. Amazing. Now we're listening to track 3 of Pink Mischief, "Can I Call You Daddy?" Good Night