Talked with Darkside for nearly an hour. He was gaming. He shared the issues that have been making him a stressmonkey lately. I offered sympathy. We cracked bad jokes at each other. I told him the Tale of the Jumping Monkey, apropos of my mother cleaning my room and/or my father cleaning the glove compartment of Bonnie. Got him caught up on all sorts of things, but incompletely, as there just wasn't enough time.
I want to see him, but he's sticking close to home and driving as little as possible because he's so very broke. *ponders* Hmm...
He really does need industrial-strength hugs right about now.

This is the smell of sweet, sweet revenge.
A while ago, there was an unspecified and evil problem on our household's Local Area Network, making it so none of the computers were talking to each other quite right. This also meant that not everyone was getting internet access reliably.
I eventually traced the problem, with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, to the networking switch (little device that lets computers talk to each other) that was just inside my room.
It was too late at night to go completely postal on the thing, and I'd largely ignored it for some time, but today, it was daylight hours, and I remembered it.
I took it, and the hammer, outside to the garbage area. I'd previously taken a slightly-broken mesh laundry basket out there, so I put it down in order to be able to clean up some of the mess after I was done with my folding, spindling, and mutilating.
The first few swings did very little, but I saw the plastic outer casing starting to come apart. After it finally split, I gave the circuit board inside a few good wallops, and had the satisfaction of seeing a very smashed capacitor, some unhappy small logic units, and some former LEDs that would now emit nothing but darkness. ("I attack the darkness!")
I dumped the pieces of plastic and metal into the dumpster. The green circuit board clung to the mesh. I left it there, as a warning to other small devices. I walked back inside, brandishing the hammer, smirking. As I opened the door, I inhaled the scent of Dead Switch from the business end of the hammer. Ahh, the slightly acrid smell of sweet, sweet revenge.
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- Current Music
- the sound of one switch smashing
Darkside now seems to have some free time, but his transportation is limited (by lack of gas money).
Hmm.
I wonder how to best schedule the seeing of my best friend on a regular basis... I'm thinking me, bus, to the Fiesta Mall, and him meeting me there. That's only a little ways, so the strain on his end of things is not much at all, and I am just fine on the bus. (Me walking all the way to his house after coming to the end of the bus line is another hour, as well as the three hours on the bus.)
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- Current Music
- Little Fayoumis making Shrek 2 jokes

Found some more random Star Wars toys and parts in one of my desk drawers. Gave them to the Little Fayoumis. Opened random bucket in bathroom, found assorted cables. Cleaned up random bucket from outside, started putting craft stuff in there.
Found the old Christmas lights that I'd once had lighting my room. I started tagging out bulbs, but there were so many that need replacing that it's probably time to get spares for the entire thing come Yuletide, or just get a new one. I'm not sure which is the better option.
I'm getting started on finally putting up the star in the living room. There will be approximately 90 and a half inches between the points of the star as far as the circumfrence is concerned. (Radius of star, 6 feet, times two, times 12 inches per foot, times pi, divided by five, equals the segments of the star.)
I hatehatehatehate putting things up on the ceiling. I'm always afraid I'm going to fall down, and the stepping thing is never tall enough, and I always hurt my fingers on the stupid pushpins.
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- Current Music
- Random atmospheric stuff from
marxdarx's computer