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Came in for breakfast this morning with Darkside. He wanted to know what I was doing there so early, given the time of my first class. "I think you know." "That's what I was afraid of."
Darkside's first class was at seven, but he had the second hour of that class off. We spent the time sitting together in the cafeteria. He made a still-pained remark about gamers, and his being one. What I wrote in my paper journal in anger and mental upset that one day, "fucking loser gamers", still hits hard with him.
I said that actually, the only one of my current friends who wasn't a devoted gamer would be Votania.
Shrimpy dropped by. He still thinks I'm evil from the prank I pulled on him. (I shared said prank with Ron, who thought it was funny: not revealing, of course, the identity of he who was pranked.)
Got a nap on the couch in the TV pit. The bells work now, so I can rely on them to wake me up every hour, when I need to go to class. Dreamed that my friend Dawn had worked out a filk, and we were in the class that was a movie theatre and she was testing it out on me. Her hair had also spontaneously morphed shorter, and curly. This time, I woke before it was time for class, and worked some more on my journal.
Class was fun. We talked about IP address conflicts. The teacher was having a difficult time explaining to a few of the students why, exactly, on your LAN, you must have a unique address for each computer, yet this same unique address may be given to another computer on a different LAN. After class I went up and gave the example of the class group with too many "Peter"s (the given name of Darkside & Shrimpy, except it's not really Peter, but I can call them that in here) and some of the problems that this caused.
Mr. Wright had assigned Darkside to a group. The group, hearing the name Peter, flipped out, knowing the reputation of Shrimpy, and wrote a formal letter of protest, detailing the fellow's many faults. Darkside got to see the letter at one point, and said that he would have been horribly insulted, had it not so obviously been describing Shrimpy.
Mr. Sheldon laughed and said that he knew this class group; he'd had them before. Yup. And danged if he didn't know exactly which two Peters had gotten confused... yup. One of them, I said, was my best friend. The other... well. The least said about the other, the better.
Darkside's first class was at seven, but he had the second hour of that class off. We spent the time sitting together in the cafeteria. He made a still-pained remark about gamers, and his being one. What I wrote in my paper journal in anger and mental upset that one day, "fucking loser gamers", still hits hard with him.
I said that actually, the only one of my current friends who wasn't a devoted gamer would be Votania.
Shrimpy dropped by. He still thinks I'm evil from the prank I pulled on him. (I shared said prank with Ron, who thought it was funny: not revealing, of course, the identity of he who was pranked.)
Got a nap on the couch in the TV pit. The bells work now, so I can rely on them to wake me up every hour, when I need to go to class. Dreamed that my friend Dawn had worked out a filk, and we were in the class that was a movie theatre and she was testing it out on me. Her hair had also spontaneously morphed shorter, and curly. This time, I woke before it was time for class, and worked some more on my journal.
Class was fun. We talked about IP address conflicts. The teacher was having a difficult time explaining to a few of the students why, exactly, on your LAN, you must have a unique address for each computer, yet this same unique address may be given to another computer on a different LAN. After class I went up and gave the example of the class group with too many "Peter"s (the given name of Darkside & Shrimpy, except it's not really Peter, but I can call them that in here) and some of the problems that this caused.
Mr. Wright had assigned Darkside to a group. The group, hearing the name Peter, flipped out, knowing the reputation of Shrimpy, and wrote a formal letter of protest, detailing the fellow's many faults. Darkside got to see the letter at one point, and said that he would have been horribly insulted, had it not so obviously been describing Shrimpy.
Mr. Sheldon laughed and said that he knew this class group; he'd had them before. Yup. And danged if he didn't know exactly which two Peters had gotten confused... yup. One of them, I said, was my best friend. The other... well. The least said about the other, the better.
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