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The cluster was off-line today for a two — no, wait: seven — I mean, ten hour maintenance exercise, so I didn’t get to run my test after all. We Lustre folk were going to take the day off anyway, other than my foiled test, so it didn’t take much convincing to get me to spend the day lazing about the house and playing video games. Not that it really ever does.

I also put an ad for the TV in the paper today, which means that some nice person might come and give us money and then take the television away, which is really the best part.

Dinner at Insomnia trumped the more adventurous Brunswick House plans, and then we rented Zoolander for entertainment. I hadn’t realized that it was based on two skits from VH1, but it sure puts the crap that gets scraped off of Saturday Night Live to shame.

Queen Video and I are currently in the middle of a very mild, and exceedingly polite, disagreement about whether or not I returned Sexy Beast to them. I think I did, and Alasdair and Madhava also recall in no small detail the trip in question, but the kind folks at Queen Video can’t locate the DVD, and they have no record of my returning it. They said they’d “turn the place upside down”, in case it was misfiled, and then we could split the cost of the replacement if neither of us could find it in a week or two. Eminently reasonable.

Emily, who joined us this evening, says that she has an excellent photo of Tyla and me. Hard though it may be to believe, we apparently both look great in this photo. We’ll see, I suppose.

Tomorrow, Tyla and I are going to see Whasango (a.k.a. Volcano High) at one of the film festival screenings, and then hang out with Kristen and Mike. In the evening, a friend’s band is playing at Rancho Relaxo, so we might pop by there for dining and/or drinking as the night wears on.