Trip Report, full (Saturday)

[azurelunatic]

25th

sithjawa came to. We had brunch at Platt. I called and checked in with people, and Dawn and I agreed meet up on Sunday.

sithjawa went back to her apartment for some much-needed R&R. It was good. Sacrificed a Kleenex to Eris, for lack of anything more convenient. We established that the filmy scarves I had brought for tying things up with were called "goddamn veils" at somewhat after this point.

Saturday is barbecue day at Mudd. We went back for supper, and I curled up on a couch with Steph's laptop and played with LJ. I met people and had fun. "No two people are not on fire" is evidently a common phrase. (sithjawa has a cunning plan for a Halloween costume.)

The concert let out. There was red in the sky. We ran about trying to figure out what was up. It was fire. People were nervous.

I learned that there was, in fact, a bathroom at eastdorm: it was behind the door with "OFFICE" on it in a very official-looking label.

sithjawa and other people and I wound up going to find some late supper at a nice Thai place. I had the pad Thai. It was good. I tried the soup that was heavy on the ginger and cream and mushroom. I was not thrilled with it.

After that, we went on a booze supplying trip, as the people were planning for a royal booze-up, and supplies were low.

We had chocolate and Irish cream slushies in the lounge at eastdorm while watching Noir. sithjawa went to retrieve the Irish cream for the booze-up. People got very rightfully upset about the fire. I learned that a hardware supply store had been going under, and eastdorm got a lot of door signage and stuck things on things. Bathroom is office, laundry room is private, push side of door is pull, and pull side of door is push. I'm also suspecting the "Warning: This area is monitored by remote cameras" signs as well.

sithjawa and I did wind up spending the night back at her apartment rather than in eastdorm's lounge.

Comments

[ywalme.livejournal.com]

I'm also suspecting the "Warning: This area is monitored by remote cameras" signs as well.

There is in fact a legitimate reason for that one, actually.

[azurelunatic]

Amazing!

[boojum.livejournal.com]

People get cranky when electronics are stolen. The sign was the low-budget form of the idea someone had to put a webcam in the lounge. (Most of the ideas were less practical, like throwing Stumpy at people or sic-ing the Nast Shelf on them)

[azurelunatic]

Stumpy? Nast Shelf?

[boojum.livejournal.com]

Stumpy is the large stuffed monkey. I think Aiyesha made him, fourish years ago. *is old* Anyway, his name made sense at the time.

The Nast Shelf is...hmm. If you walk into the lounge from the front, there are some battered tromp l'oeil paintings of clouds on the upper wall in front of you. The shelf under that is the Nast Shelf. It collects nast, which is the noun form of "nasty".

Your comment counts are on crack. (I think it's a known bug, but it's disconcerting.)

[azurelunatic]

Ahh. I saw Stumpy. He was on the couch on the platform.

The Nast Shelf would be directly below the paintings in midair, or more near ground level?

[boojum.livejournal.com]

Directly below the sky paintings. (The paintings that involve floating stuff on black tied together with reddish toothpaste stuff are on the other wall.) The nast shelf is the beginning of the ceiling of the hallway in back of the lounge, pretty much.

[azurelunatic]

Ah. Yeah. That would do it.

The Nast Shelf now has Austin Powers and some bimbo on it.

[boojum.livejournal.com]

That seems an entirely appropriate storage place for them.

[azurelunatic]

...because there was nast on both.

The security tags

[sithjawa.livejournal.com]

There were thefts.

There was a dorm meeting. There was much wank. Ideas were proposed and immediately got shot down. Everything was either invasive or too little. After an hour and a half, or so, I said peevishly that too little was better than nothing and if no one would agree to anything that would be truly useful, like security camera or locking the lounge doors, then I was going to buy some damn stickers and put them up.

This is how I became Dorm Security, a post that I have since given over to Eli after I overthrew Wussy and became the secret dictator of east, erm, I mean, unsubstantiated rumors!

But there was schmack, and then a coup at the end of a dorm meeting. I was in Russian History.

The saga can be seen
here
and
here
Both of which you have already read.

It was totally a better way of studying for my russian history exam than reading the book.

Oh, and they *did* whirl Pava that night, I believe, though to the best of my knowledge there were no gypsies.

Re: The security tags

[azurelunatic]

Dear me.