October 8th, 2003

running, bomb tech

Progress report

Today was non-optimal day to begin experimentation, conditions not being ideal.

Conditions should improve on the morrow.
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Had morning. Had dream set in a universe cross between AcaDeca, DeVry, and the old house of Mama's old friend Mimi.

Actually made it to Sandstrom's class. Contributed. Sandstrom was talking about Lloyd's of London, and what they would insure, up to and including JLo's butt; DeeAnn asked if they'd insure Adam's hair. Sandstrom replied that no, there had to be something there to start with. (Adam is DeeAnn's fiance, and quite bald.) Sandstrom went on to point out that they charge more for Windows networks than for *nix networks.

Tired. DeVry's internet is on crack. This makes it unable to be sure if LJ's also on crack. So, guys with better net connections -- is LJ on crack?

Well, since they're fucking with Ribeye, they're probably on crack.
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Dear Self,

Enough with the passive-aggressive bullshit. Tell him where to put himself.

Azzgrin, Azure: Lunatic, crazy

The Good Crack

Evidently DeVry's having firewall issues -- I overheard when Mr. President was popping into the Hell Desk area.

I saw him off to class, and there was discussion. Mark Jr. evidently got hit on by the reincarnated Irish mage who is now a Christian/pagan. Someone has quit wearing underwear. Metal Gear Solid was discussed. Other Metal Gear games were discussed. Mr. Pres is thinking about another tattoo. I had to leave when the teacher came in.

"Take me with you!" Mr. Pres cried. He was perched on the edge of the big folding table at the back of the room, and leaned forward and thrust his hands out to me.

"Oh, Jack, Jack!" I cried, holding my hands back, from the door of the room.

It was a touching dramatic scene -- and then the other end of the table lifted up off the floor, nearly tipping Mr. Pres to the floor. He got off the table with haste, and of course the end that had come up banged back down again.

Instantly, Mark Jr. and the gamer guy with the long hair pointed at Mr. Pres in the unmistakable "He did it!" gesture.

The firewall's still on crack. Malformed requests, cannot find server, cannot find MY ASS WITH BOTH HANDS, let alone mass destruction weapons of wank.
  • Current Mood
    tired tired
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How is LJ today?

Poll #189335 LJ is...

How is LJ behaving for you today?

LJ is behaving well.
LJ is behaving badly.
LJ is sometimes behaving well and sometimes behaving badly.
LJ is on crack.
trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

King and Queen of our own little world

Called Darkside twice.

First time, got his mom. He was unavalible.

Second time, he was just leaving for a town meeting. "Bad timing again..."

I am truly the Queen of Bad Timing. He's the King of No Time.
  • Current Mood
    sad sad
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Freewill of the Week

Gemini Horoscope for week of October 9, 2003


Gemini (May 21-June 20)
It looks like you're poised to put the finishing touches on something that will last a very long time -- an expression or creation that will be a defining monument to your essential self. If I'm right and you're really ready, let me offer a suggestion. This masterpiece should not only reflect what's excellent and successful about you; it should also acknowledge the role that your failures have played in growing your beauty.
I don't know what this pertains to. My novel, perhaps? It's not quite all done as that yet.

Cancer Horoscope for week of October 9, 2003


Cancer (June 21-July 22)
This is one of those rare moments when laziness can be an asset. Fate is conspiring to rejuvenate you, and all you have to do is make sure you don't get in the way. I suggest, therefore, that you follow the advice of the Zen master who said, "Don't just do something, sit there!" I mean it, Cancerian. Empty yourself of ambitions. Burn your to-do list. Tell your monkey mind you're taking a sabbatical from its obsessive leaping and shrieking. Feel absolutely no guilt as you practice the art of making yourself a tabula rasa.
In other words, stop being so fucking busy, ass dear!
loud fayoumis

GAH! Ethics...

Bah, bah, and gah.

Some things will happen, this year. A choice.

  1. I will prepare my taxes myself, either by hand or online.

  2. I will search out a reputable place to prepare them.

  3. I will swallow my ethics whole, unsalted, and go to H&R Block, who just gave us a 7:45 pm automated telemarketing call.

  • Current Mood
    infuriated infuriated
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Progress... or not.

Reward was placed unobtrusively, to be discovered at a later date.

When found (promptly), was informed that this form of treat was not desireable.

Damn. Must go shopping.
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Holy Shit.

Turns out that lillkittylost is one of the guys from Back in the Day, one of the guys from the ill-fated orgy.