Nat, Taylor, and Miguel threw a farewell party for the lucky cave, which was an appropriate exclamation point on their two and a half years there (plus the five or six hours this morning that we were, technically, squatters). By midnight or so, the theme had officially shifted to how extensively they could lose the security deposit without actually being sued.
It was a good party.
Enough with the fucking September 11th. I don’t want to hear another word about it. Get on with your lives.
I have nothing more to say about this matter.
<shaver> I think there’s a GOPHER eating VEGETARIAN PIZZA underneath the cabinet of my METADATA SERVER!
If a driver hits a pedestrian or a cow, the vehicle and its occupants are at risk of being attacked by passersby. Such attacks put the vehicle’s occupants at significant risk of injury or death, or at least incineration of the vehicle.
– travel advisory for India [Emphasis added]
I can’t wait for my trip.
Seriously, it will be a good time.
Dave came into possession of four tickets to see the Indians and the Red Sox tonight, which he so graciously shared with the other three Cleveland fans that he could find: Jacob, Joe, and me. I hadn’t been to a baseball game since the 1997 World Series (sigh), and it was a hoot. We lost, of course, and we were four of the maybe ten Indians fans in attendance, but we made enough noise to make up for it.
The four seats directly in front of us were inhabited by no fewer than four separate groups of people during the course of the game. Joe thinks that maybe we smell.
Zach sent me flowers today–ostensibly because he felt the need to apologize for some hideous grammatical thinko–but I think he just wants me to hurry up and pay his invoice. A cheque is coming soon, I swear.
I also got my tire fixed today, in one swift, unexpectedly inexpensive operation. This car must go, and soon.
Today I (finally) sold my car, and this is the last that we shall ever speak of it. I have allowed myself to resume my former consumer spending habits, now that the yoke of car ownership and insurance has been lifted from my young and able, but weary, neck.
I didn’t get a whole ton of work done today, mostly because I was running around with the car, but I did manage to solve a locking problem, as promised, in just under four minutes. The other work that Mike gave me I’ve put off until tomorrow, mostly because I kept getting interrupted.
I’m still sick, if anyone is keeping track.
Taylor, Joe, Jacob, Blizzard, and I went to the north end to played bocce again. Well, to be totally honest, between the muddy courts and the tennis-ball-as-pallina, I’m not sure what we were playing, but it wasn’t exactly bocce.
It was fun.
Meetings as far as the eye can see ate up most of my day. They were somewhat productive, which takes the sting out a little, but I didn’t get to fix any bugs today. Ah, well, tomorrow is another day.
The rest of my day made me frustrated and sad, so I’m not going to talk about it.
Has anyone else noticed that Jacob has been pretty funny lately? He’s a funny guy.
blizzard mentioned zipcar today, so I checked them out again. Apparently their insurer dispensed with their retarded policy of requiring members under 25 to have college degrees, so I signed up. They have a nice system and there are zipcars all over town, including one 3 blocks from my apartment. I think this is how I will solve the “no climbing gyms in Boston, I can’t believe we live in this backwards city” problem.
Joe and Jacob came over tonight so that Joe could use the bathroom. Or something. It wasn’t entirely clear.
They stayed for a while, so we ate snack food and listened to the worst Rush songs that we could think of. Virtuality was the unanimous winner.
I convinced Jacob to take my SPARC Classic, much to my relief. I was beginning to fear that I would have to throw it away, because I was not, under any circumstances whatsoever, going to move it again. I’m a little bit sad to see it go, but I know where I can get another one or two or twelve, should the need inexplicably arise.
I promised myself, many months ago, that as soon as I sold my car I would allow myself to buy a TV. That day has come. It is today.
I had generally believed in widescreen as a concept, but only recently did my viewing habits change (or I only recently noticed, at any rate) to include mostly widescreen content. I blame, or rather laud, Deb for pushing me into this discovery.
Regardless, I was unprepared to purchase a television unless it looked every bit as good as the standards to which I am accustomed. Luckily for Toshiba, and the future of widescreen televisions in my home, it does.
I could tell that things at Tweeter were slow when the salesman offered to drive to Connecticut to pick up my TV so that he could personally deliver it to my home the very same day. I would have bought it anyways, but he evidently didn’t know that, and when he thanked me for the sale I could tell that he meant it, deep down. I’m not really surprised, since I seem the be the only person in the United States with a job.
Because it’s the year 2002, one can hardly own a television without also owning a TiVo. This would be the hardest part of moving back to Canada, except that series 2 TiVos will allow me to take a grey-market direcTV dish with me, and download my TiVo service updates via the internet. Sweet, sweet internet.
I even got some work done today, until they took away the cluster. sigh.
