{"id":440,"date":"2001-07-19T07:58:00","date_gmt":"2001-07-19T07:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=440"},"modified":"2001-07-19T07:58:00","modified_gmt":"2001-07-19T07:58:00","slug":"big_news_in_lit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/big_news_in_lit\/","title":{"rendered":"big news in little china"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i arrived home last night from my grueling day at work only to realize how uninspiring my life had become of late.  so, i phoned meghan and talked her &#038; mark into going to the pub for wings.  it was good.  we ate little chicken appendages, drank beer, played cards (nb:  i slaughtered them, taking a combined total of $15 from them. go me.) and people-watched.<br \/>\nthere was the middle-aged biker dude and his hawg mama with the decapitated vulture tattoo, the drunk man who insisted that if you were to own just one baseball cap it must be the yankees&#8217;, the schoolmate of ours whose girlfriend was very friendly, and the man in the suit who kept staring at us playing cards.<br \/>\nmemorable quote:<br \/>\n&#8220;i don&#8217;t look at their faces&#8230; it&#8217;s all about the tits.&#8221;<br \/>\nafter getting home and making lunch for today, i sat at the computer to play a little quake and the phone rang.  this was odd, it being nine o&#8217;clock.  too early for tyler to phone and i&#8217;d just been dropped off by meghan.  as soon as i picked it up i had telemarketer anxiety.  as it turns out, i had nothing to fear.<br \/>\nthe very pleasant and perky young man was calling from the cable company to tell me about their new offer on cable internet access.  it must have been the beer in me, but i have an appointment for 6pm monday, july 30th to have a cable modem installed &#8212; free for one month, no installation charges &#038; if i cancel at the end of the thirty days, i get to keep the nic.<br \/>\ni&#8217;m very excited.  this is something i&#8217;ve been procrastinating getting for a very long time.  *zoom*  that&#8217;ll be me online!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i arrived home last night from my grueling day at work only to realize how uninspiring my life had become of late. so, i phoned meghan and talked her &#038; mark into going to the pub for wings. it was good. we ate little chicken appendages, drank beer, played cards (nb: i slaughtered them, taking <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/big_news_in_lit\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=440"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/440\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}