Morning

Woke up, having dreamed about needing to take Nephew to school, and needing to search his cargo pockets for toys before going there. I uncovered a lego fox, one that had a flame on the end of its tail.

Getting to the preschool was an adventure, as there was construction and/or a war going on. I got to drive the bomber simulator, and didn't do badly for a newbie.

Then I woke up.

Chatted with Votania before leaving, which got me to school at six. Bald Guy came in at 6:35, which pissed me off to no end. I consider the time before 7:00 to be my personal alone-time with Darkside, and I'd gotten up rather quicker than I usually do in order to have more time with him this morning. I was consequently grouchier than I might have been on the subject of music videos and sound (the captive audience TVs in the cafeteria are now kept on mute, which delights me and delights Darkside, but pisses off Bald Guy) and Darkside noticed.

It's not something I want to discuss right now, though.

Today, I must go donate plasma, get quarters for laundry, and return stuff to the library. Oh yeah, and laundry too. Need to do laundry. I'm at about the bottom of the clothes cycle, which meant that I was wearing a skirt yesterday, and khakis (I own a pair, yes, because I could find nothing else in my size that day when shopping, and I needed "good" pants) on Wednesday.

Oh yes, and I should answer iroshi's question about parents here in my journal as well.

Silly

Benes is known as "The Joking Okie" because he's from Oklahoma and unreasonably proud of it ("They invented language in Oklahomy, so Ah'm speakin' the mother tongue...") and he loves to crack jokes. This is a man who is dangerous with a search engine. He looks up the most gods-awful jokes online, and delivers them to the class. Today's serving for Darkside's stats class included the classic Snow White + photography = someday my prints will come; and the man walks down the street with desk on back, typewriter in one hand, wastepaper basket in other, is stopped by cop. Is arrested. Why? "I'm impersonating an office, sir!" ... I am looking forward to the same in my class up in an hour with Benes.

I offered to loan my spoon to Darkside to keep Benes entertained, since it did so well for me yesterday. Darkside declined.

House of Tech

The network's been lagging this morning. They rebooted the switch, but things are still slooooooow. There has been much lack of logon as well.

General giggling.

http://www2.cyberpixels.com/%7Ekode/shame/index.shtml has some very funny things.

Desk!

Every now and then at DeVry College of Knowledge, they sell off the old techie stuff to make room for the new. This time, they were selling the Help Desk.

That's right, the Help Desk. That beat-up, scarred piece of furniture that ralmathon used to sit behind, is now sitting in my room. At least, I think it's the Help Desk. It sure looks like the Help Desk. It might not be wide enough to have been that actual Help Desk, but it's ... something. And I think it's cool, in a very sick and twisted piece-of-$10-furniture way.

But wait. No car. So how did Azz get the Help Desk from school, a nice short walk away, to home? Well, Azzie has friends. Specifically, with the addition of evealone to the group of people I know, there are wheels. evealone has a car, aging, that reminds me in body-shape and attitude something of votania's late car. It's not a large car.

So evealone looks at the desk, estimates the size of his car, and nods his approval of the project. I buy the desk, and arrange to come back for the thing after we are done with classes for the day.

The loading dock guy helps evealone wrestle the small monstrosity onto a cart, and it is wheeled out of the building to the car. We think it will fit through the trunk into the fold-down back seats. Ha. Did I say ha?

The loading dock guy, Mike, stands there thinking about it; evealone already has plans. The drawers are removed, and the back doors of the car are opened -- the desk fits inside, across the back seat.

Sort of.

"Which way do I have to turn to get to your house?" evealone asks. I tell him. "Okay", he says, and maneuvers the desk around so one door is shut, and the other one is wide open, desk hanging out. "I think I can get away with this once", he says. Mike the loading dock guy confirms that, as this is Phoenix, he indeed can; Mike himself has done so from time to time.

We take off, and head home after a short discussion of how, exactly, to best get there. As we're waiting at the red light, evealone spies the fuzz, in a spiffy City of Phoenix cop car, waiting on the cross street. "Oh no, he'd better not turn this way", he said, looking apprehensive. We watched, barely breathing, as the cop pulled up to the intersection -- and crossed it, not even glancing our direction.

We made it to my apartment, much to everyone's relief. I secured the cat and we carried the desk in. Near-immediately, I went into cleaning frenzy, as my room had become cluttered in the time between my coming home and now. evealone hung out for a while and met my roommate when she came home, and helped me rearrange furniture in my room when I needed help, pointing out how much I reminded him of his friends from home.

Mmm. Now I have a computer desk for my computer and an accumulator desk for other things. Yay!

I know somebody who I owe.

Return of the Joking Okie

So, once Benes has his hands on a good joke, he's reluctant to let go of it. It not being enough that he had to inflict the humour on the Statistics class, he had to share the jokes with my class as well.

The Snow White "Someday your prints will come" joke got a mixed giggle and groan. The joke where the cop pulls the guy over and asks, "Your eyes are red -- have you been drinking?" and the guy responds, "Your eyes look glazed -- have you been eating doughnuts?" gets a giggle.

But when he tells the joke where the fellow runs around with the desk on his back, the typewriter under his arm, the wastebasket under the other, and gets questioned by a cop, and becomes arrested when he answers, "Impersonating an office, sir" -- silence. It's such a horrible pun we don't even groan.

Benes begins explaining the joke, how "office, sir", sounds like "officer" -- there is a sole voice from the back of the room. "What's a typewriter?"

Class erupts in laughter.

For the record, that was not me. It was some male person on the other side of the room. Not Darkside, not Ron. Just this random wit. "An analog word processor!" someone tells him, which gets more laughter.

Gods, I love DeVry University of Diversity.

Cast of Characters, Continued

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tearless

Bleh.

And just like that, it all falls apart again. If this were a perfect world...

I love my big brother and I love my Darkside and I love my sis and I love my Nephew and I love my Tigereye.

I wish Darkside hugged more. It used to be that he recognized it as a requirement for Lunatics...

Note to the self

Look up the thing about the karma with the 16th of April.