Very true.
Hey, I can play literati with you guys this week!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Very true.
Hey, I can play literati with you guys this week!
I'm going to attempt to go to bed now. If anybody has any ideas about my math assignment, please email my profile address!
Night.
Stoopid AIM. It randomly keeps autosigning me in and out. I just walked past my desk and saw it was on, and then it disconnected me. I'm about to go to sleep anyway, but I'm beginning to wonder if my computer is trying to have private IM conversations with someone when I'm not looking.
t looks suspiciously at laptop
Hey, I can play literati with you guys this week!
Yay!! I'm sure we'll be playing tomorrow. I'll look for you here or on AIM before we start.
I should've been in bed an hour ago.
Yay!! I'm sure we'll be playing tomorrow. I'll look for you here or on AIM before we start.
Yay!
Oh, my god Alias:
I don't think I've laughed this hard at a scene of TV for a very long time. And it's about cutting out a dude's eyeballs. But they're all just so on! Think of it like a soft boiled egg. And then he finds a spork! Bah-ha-ha! I had to come post.
OK, back to watch the rest.
I forgot to share one thing from my trip up north.
You know what's a bit unsettling? Being in a rental car in the middle of the curvy section of CA-17 south and suddenly realizing, "hey all of those lights and mileage indicators and that stuff on the dash board and radio that used to be lit up aren't there anymore."
Woot! Looks like tomorrow will be the day I finally get together with the Hot Latin Guy that I've been trying to cross schedules with for more than a month now. We talked on the phone tonight, got along very well, and both of us have a free afternoon with no parental obligations later today.
Certainly takes the sting out of the mildly disastrous hook-up I had with a fellow traveller on my day trip to Nashville Wednesday. Though I suppose treating myself to dinner at the Cascades after we parted company already muted the disappointment somewhat.
In other news, it is very odd to eat lunch in a cubbyhole facing a life-size oil painting of Sheriff Bufford T. Pusser with his actual bat hanging on the wall beside it. The vibe was "Clean your plate, boy, or I'll beat the shit out of you!"
Okay, also? Internet is evil. In searching for information on Gauss's Disquisitiones Arithmeticae, I found a listing for a first edition, 1801. 38,000 pounds.
Wow, heavy book.
blah The dog threw up (at least on the tile), and one of my big house plants has mealybugs. I think I should take my coffee cup and go back to bed.