I tried to hit a tree the first time. that's why driver's ed cars have breaks on both sides of the vehicle..You'll do ok, Jars.

A little jobma~~for Matt today. The worst part of the day over quickly and not as bad as expected.

So, there's a boy I sort of like. And this evening there may have been flirting.

Now, very likely I will (a) discover he's sekritly not clever after all and stop fancying him; (b) realise that, in fact, he does not fancy me (as I am far from sylphlike); or (c) talk myself out of it in an act of frantic defensive sabotage, and thus unflirt myself out of any possibility of interest on either of our parts.

However, right now I am enjoying the very unfamiliar sensation of rather liking someone, and having engaged in flirty banter with said someone. Huh.

I feel a bit like a Cylon brushing up on their human interaction skills, or something.

(b) realise that, in fact, he does not fancy me (as I am far from sylphlike)

Please keep in mind that many other of non-sylphlike folks have also found love with smart and clever people that are wildly attracted to them! (ahem)

(c) talk myself out of it in an act of frantic defensive sabotage, and thus unflirt myself out of any possibility of interest on either of our parts.

This used to be my specialty. Dunno how I talked myself down from it, but I somehow did, so it's possible! At least! And then lovely things can happen.

ETA - I drove! On a road! And no one was grievously injured! I'm finding coordinating changing gears and indicating very difficult. Multitasking is not my forte.

I'd worry mostly about (c). So don't do that! We can and will tell you how fabulous you are at regular intervals, if it helps to stave off the self-sabotage.

Hello! I wanted to say that I am not throwing any of ya'll over for Second Life.

I have been spending quite a bit of time there but it's a bit complicated and at this job I can surf a bit but not really type and stuff because it's too obvious I'm online. but when I'm at lunch I'll go into more detail.

Be well, askye! I hope the time off is helpful to you.

Now, very likely I will (a) discover he's sekritly not clever after all and stop fancying him; (b) realise that, in fact, he does not fancy me (as I am far from sylphlike); or (c) talk myself out of it in an act of frantic defensive sabotage, and thus unflirt myself out of any possibility of interest on either of our parts.

I vote (c)! Oh no wait, that's what I do. I'm not sure I really recommend it.

Missed you terribly, askye.

No more breaking up with the board, people!

I was first on the internet, or anyhow hooked into a message board system, in 1989, on a Vax. Prior to that, I did noodle around on what I guess was my college's intranet (though I think it was just called "the system"), whereby you could go to the Computer Center, type up your paper and save it to some sort of primitive server that may well have been a team of robots, vacuum tubes, and an elderly cork bulletin board in the basement. You could also IM other people on "the system," though we didn't call it IM'ing; you "fingered" people you knew to see if they were logged in, and then you, um, typed at each other.

In my senior year someone introduced me to a way to search for various professors' home pages -- a handful of the savvier ones had home pages consisting of their names, the courses they were taking, their office hours and phone numbers, and pithy quotes from their favorite deep thinkers. All in little dot-matrixy green type on a black screen. And then someone showed me how to get to a SF writers' bulletin board run by a student at maybe Cornell or maybe MIT, with lots and lots of stories written by folks everywhere. Including a HHGTTG-like lark of a roman a clef by Greg Rucka, full to bursting with classmates in various disguises and silly ears.

Then I graduated, and there was no more of that until the imminent death of MSCL drove me out into the by-then-much-less-primitive wilds of Netscape in search of a save-our-show effort. Which didn't save the show, but did eventually lead me to Salon and the Buffistas and Hec, so it all turned out very nicely indeed.

eta: Hil! That rocks! Congratulations!

And continued flirt~ma to Fay, with the ability to just enjoy it and not let all the body and other image demons sabotage the light and delicious pleasures of a good early flirt.

Okay, I'm not sure why this is so annoying to me today, but every day since I've been back at this assignment somebody has handed me a birthday card to sign.

I'm getting sick of it. Something in me just wants to scream "I'm a temp, I don't know you people, I don't care if you have a happy birthday. Stop shoving obligatory well-wishes at me, I'm not part of your club!"

I think what adds to the annoyance is this faux-cloak-and-dagger way they have of handing you the card to sign. It's in a manila folder, discreetly labelled "Birthday" and inside is the card and a phone list so's you can cross your name off and take it, stealthy-like, to the next sucker on the list, mwahaha. And they always come into your cubicle looking somber with this folder so you're on edge thinking "What work are you going to give me?" and they put it down on your desk with a "sly" wink and move on.

It just bugs the shit out of me today for some reason. I just want to punch 'em in the neck.

Good thing lunch is soon.