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azurelunatic) wrote2003-12-15 04:09 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-12-15 04:09 pm
Home again, home again...
Called Darkside this morning, and cursed all things AOL with him as amused witness. "I couldn't get the stupid thing to work to get me the stupid tickets!" I finally ranted. "Did you think of going down to the stupid theatre in stupid person?" he wanted to know. I explained that this was the next step, and I was frustrated and wanted tickets, because it would sort of defeat the entire purpose of going together if one of us didn't have a ticket. Then I asked if he had his ticket already, or if I should pick one up for him as well.
He asked if I would please do that, as he wouldn't be on this side of town for a while. He told me that he would really appreciate it, and he would pay me back. He paused for the requisite three seconds, and then added, "With money."
What else could I do? I burst out laughing, and continued laughing for quite some time, almost as much as I'd laughed over the squirrel vs. motorcyclist story. Darkside's a fitting foil for Shanna-who-was. When I finally stopped laughing, he started counting. "Three... two ..." I started laughing again.
We spent about ten minutes on the phone. I was grinning all through class.
Class was fun. We were talking about remote access, and what it is good for. Bruyn showed us a website with a product for the Red Hat box, and I guess I'll be having fun downloading that while I'm hacking at the perl script from last lab. Bruyn says this lab "should be a cakewalk."
Since Bruyn is a sadistic old hacker, a sadistic old *nix hacker and DB admin, I'm skeptical. He only lacks the homicidal streak and the PFY to be a BOfH.
The GSU meeting this week was cancelled in favor of the class group potlucks. Fun. I went with Mr. Prez, and he proceeded to argue with me about the date status of the appointment I have for Wednesday. I say it isn't. He says it is. I insisted that it wasn't. He said that it was so. I insisted that it totally was not. He called in a group of experts, and they proclaimed it a date. I stomped my foot. The experts asked who all was going. I said it was just the two of us. They nodded. "Date." "Not a date!" They asked what would happen if someone else were to come along. I balked. "See, resisting the third wheel, it's a date." "It would totally defeat the purpose of just spending some uninterrupted time with him!" "Date." They called over Zoila as an expert witness. She asked how long we'd been doing this. "Since 2001." "See, they're going as friends."
It was quite amusing. I got to squee to Sandstrom when I poked my head in his classroom, to cRon, and Sheldon at the potluck, and to the rest of my team (except for Irving) in class.
Finally got the tickets. Online from school. This makes me suspect that the Son of the Malfunction is lurking in poor Tigereye. I can still cuss out AOL, though. I sent a happy e-mail to Darkside.
Picked up the Little Fayoumis and came home. He got another School Mascot Animal of the Week awards. He pinned the new pin and the old pin to his backpack. Nothing like a little bit of bragging...
Picked up package from office. It's a present from my parents. It feels like a calendar. Little Fayoumis moved all the packages from the shelves to under the tree, and figured out which one was his lightsaber. Correctly, I might add. Wasn't really hard. He was stoked.
Put label on package, invoking Santa. It takes a lot out of you, to do it properly. All that Ho-Ho-Hoing really works out the abdominal muscles, and then the chimney-stuff...!
Little Fayoumis had no homework, and is watching Pokémon.
I really should get a few things tidied up...
He asked if I would please do that, as he wouldn't be on this side of town for a while. He told me that he would really appreciate it, and he would pay me back. He paused for the requisite three seconds, and then added, "With money."
What else could I do? I burst out laughing, and continued laughing for quite some time, almost as much as I'd laughed over the squirrel vs. motorcyclist story. Darkside's a fitting foil for Shanna-who-was. When I finally stopped laughing, he started counting. "Three... two ..." I started laughing again.
We spent about ten minutes on the phone. I was grinning all through class.
Class was fun. We were talking about remote access, and what it is good for. Bruyn showed us a website with a product for the Red Hat box, and I guess I'll be having fun downloading that while I'm hacking at the perl script from last lab. Bruyn says this lab "should be a cakewalk."
Since Bruyn is a sadistic old hacker, a sadistic old *nix hacker and DB admin, I'm skeptical. He only lacks the homicidal streak and the PFY to be a BOfH.
The GSU meeting this week was cancelled in favor of the class group potlucks. Fun. I went with Mr. Prez, and he proceeded to argue with me about the date status of the appointment I have for Wednesday. I say it isn't. He says it is. I insisted that it wasn't. He said that it was so. I insisted that it totally was not. He called in a group of experts, and they proclaimed it a date. I stomped my foot. The experts asked who all was going. I said it was just the two of us. They nodded. "Date." "Not a date!" They asked what would happen if someone else were to come along. I balked. "See, resisting the third wheel, it's a date." "It would totally defeat the purpose of just spending some uninterrupted time with him!" "Date." They called over Zoila as an expert witness. She asked how long we'd been doing this. "Since 2001." "See, they're going as friends."
It was quite amusing. I got to squee to Sandstrom when I poked my head in his classroom, to cRon, and Sheldon at the potluck, and to the rest of my team (except for Irving) in class.
Finally got the tickets. Online from school. This makes me suspect that the Son of the Malfunction is lurking in poor Tigereye. I can still cuss out AOL, though. I sent a happy e-mail to Darkside.
Picked up the Little Fayoumis and came home. He got another School Mascot Animal of the Week awards. He pinned the new pin and the old pin to his backpack. Nothing like a little bit of bragging...
Picked up package from office. It's a present from my parents. It feels like a calendar. Little Fayoumis moved all the packages from the shelves to under the tree, and figured out which one was his lightsaber. Correctly, I might add. Wasn't really hard. He was stoked.
Put label on package, invoking Santa. It takes a lot out of you, to do it properly. All that Ho-Ho-Hoing really works out the abdominal muscles, and then the chimney-stuff...!
Little Fayoumis had no homework, and is watching Pokémon.
I really should get a few things tidied up...
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Jiggity-jig.
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