a) link to the "water-cooling" thing.
b) http://www.4q.cc/index.php?pid=fact (there was a confusion on a board. I live on the internet.)
c) random other stuff.
Called him immediately after work. There is nothing like a long and geeky conversation about the problems of an ailing computer to brighten my evening when the other half of the conversation is my best friend. 45-ish minutes of best-quality telephone time. I have a cunning plot for tomorrow. I also have a cunning plot for Tuesday. The cunning plot for Tuesday involves the fact that
hcolleen and I are getting together for dinner, and that hcolleen lives in Tempe. Best friends are good. The exact details of this latest bit of tonight are disappearing under the manufacturer-intended haze of fluffy warmth, as all such work-BS and fluff conversations are intended to do. Better than a hot shower and hot chocolate. Better than fuzzy slippers. Not quite as good as a backrub or an extended snuggle, but such is life.
I have a best friend. Oh, yes, I have a best friend. And the best friend will get a few bits of commentary on the importance of friendship and the like. Oh yes.
I was having a dreadful day at the start of the morning, and then it passed through surreal with the repeated whistling calls where it was pick the phone up, drop the phone down, repeat 30 seconds later, and then into hilarity at the "I need an ISP" call to what was clearly the wrong phone number. I didn't punch out anybody later on in the day.
But oh, this was the perfect way to end the day and turn the psychological scariness of the week around. Best friends are the best.
