Phone is busy. Silly phone. And with me up at this hour. Figures it’d work out that way. Oh well.
[wightman]: Good luck scraping your paper back together. I have to go to lunch now, but I’ll stop by after and see if there is anything I can do.
[andersem]: I am currently listed as five degrees from [_davisam_]. Is that what you were asking?
[wilson]: Sleep is for the weak. Suck it up, big guy. ;)
[young1]: You suck. How did you manage that?
[andersem]: I don’t know about calling it even, but I’ll take just about any option that allows me to go sit this round out. Is that something I can do?
[kensler]: Fair enough. I take it that before you were reading file lengths, and the switch to the DB system makes this unworkable? Good luck on the paper, at any rate.
So I’m reading the news, and there is this article about how four elementary students were stabbed in Alaska. Apparently some guy thought it would be a great idea to show up on the playground before school and stab a bunch of kids with a knife. He eventually ran into a classroom, where the police shot him with rubber bullets and arrested him.
Why rubber bullets? Why not just kill his dumb ass? What kind of sicko stabs little kids for fun? I mean, honestly. I don’t care what the hell is wrong with your life, you can find something better to do with your free time.
I may be pretty callous about a lot of things, but violence towards children is totally, completely unacceptable. Fortunately none of the kids were killed, but this hardly makes it OK. Do they have the death penalty in Alaska? I doubt it, but all the same, they guy is going to have a shitty time of it in prison. He’s earned every minute.
So here I am, sitting at my desk on a Monday night. I’m reading plans, eating Nerds (the candy, not my fellow techies), and feeling strangely empty. Why is this? Today was a singularly wonderful day, and I got to spend almost all of it with exactly who I would have chosen had I been given the choice of anyone in the world.
Perhaps it’s just all the work and stress piling up on me. I’ve just learned that I have a fairly solid job prospect this summer, which should take some of the weight off, but only seems to make it worse. It’s pressing in on me and I’m just looking for a way out from under it all.
I’d give almost anything to be able to go to bed, wake up late and have it all just not matter anymore. No such luck. You pays your money and you takes your chances. Here we go again…
[andersem]: I don’t know about your kneecaps, but I do know that mine both make a series of audible clicks whenever I bend them. We’re getting old, my friend.
I remember that damn song. I had to sing it in elementary school. I agree. The line is “got to make the morning last”. [ross] is right, [mears] is wrong. Sorry, [mears]. Can’t win ‘em all.
[kensler]: Bummer about the length thing being gone. That was my favorite part. The “Who loves me” was handy, but I can understand how that is now superfluous. Thanks for taking the time to update the system, at any rate. We all appreciate it, I’m sure.
[myersa]: You’re flower obsessed. And obviously too stupid to understand how to smell things. Oh, wait, sorry. Maybe not. Sometimes I get carried away. Sorry to hear that your history class is populated by a self-important ass.
[wightman]: As of right now, you have been off of plans for about three days. I think the log in is screwed up. No way to enforce this plan ban of yours. Oh well. Good luck with it.
The weather in this state throws me for a loop. It is once again painfully nice out. In Michigan, we get nice weather that randomly and suddenly goes to crap, but when it does it stays that way for a couple of days and then eases itself back into nice, sunny weather again. Here, it takes all of five minutes to randomly come full circle. There is something fundamentaly wrong with this state.
[andersem]: That’s ok. I forgive you. You just now got around to hearing Guns and Roses? Wow. That’s amazing. You been living in a hole all this time?
[sills]: You are too poetic for your own good. Don’t ever change.
[wightman]: I’m sure you did fine.
[deanc]: That is horrifying. Any girl ever acts like that with me is going to find herself all alone in very short order. I don’t mind people letting me do things for them, but you shouldn’t expect that I will be holding the car door for you all the time. As much as the text at the top said that you shouldn’t act helpless, that seems to be what it is suggesting. I hate helpless girls. That, and I don’t ever plan to have a date in the living room.
Sigh. The world is full of crooks. Currently, we have a congressman who has been charged with “four counts of bribery, two counts of tax evasion, and one count each of obstruction of justice, seeking bribes, conspiracy to defraud the government and racketeering — a total of 10 counts”. This sort of thing only serves to further erode my faith in the political system. Why can’t people just take a little bit of responsibility for themselves?
[huggins]: You are an odd fellow. I don’t quite get it, but I’m glad that you do. May your enlightenment bring you ever increasing joy.
So I began treating myself for this bite injury on my inner lip. Damn thing really hurts now. Why is it that with this sort of thing, the cure always hurts worse than the injury? Why did I have to bite myself in the first place? Damnit.
[andersem]: I can’t win, can I? Do I really have a sledgehammer thing? Maybe I do. I kinda like them. They’re fun to use. Try it some time. Start out with a light one, but I find that the most fun to be had comes from using the heaviest one you can swing properly. It’s a good workout, too.
BTW: I can only find two mentions of sledgehammers, not counting this post. The first is the name, and the second is in the “brief poetics section” from last week. I don’t find any mention of the word in planlove to you or anyplace else. I ran a search on both this file and on my archive copy. What am I missing?
[myersa]: I was trying to be civil. I could always resort to some foul language, but that seems like cheating.
[wightman]: You can take it that way if you like. Personally, I don’t find sledgehammers very suggestive, if only because any scenario I can come up with entails some use of the hammer that would just really hurt at least one of the parties involved.
Up way to early for any civilized person. Who was it who decided that the day should start so early? Or, alternatively, that I should be placed in a life that (like most college students) has trained me to be nocturnal? I just happen to have adapted more than most. Now it’s coming back to get me three days a week. This sucks.
[myersa]: Fine then. If you are going to mock me about it being mushy, I’ll change it to something not mushy. Is this better? How you doing anyway, Miss “Graceful Bog-Walker”?
[wightman]: And you, too. You better watch yourself…
It’s official. Instead of working, like I should have been doing, I wrote a script to parse my old plan files. The whole mess has been posted to an archive. Feel free to go check it out.
In a funny twist of fate, when I went in to delete the bottom of this file after posting the archive, I discovered that the plan system had cut off the bottom third of my plan. It was apparently too long. Tee hee. Good timing, I guess.
Anyway, those of you who have been complaining about the length of this file and the amount of time it takes to load can rejoice. It has been considerably reduced. At the moment, I’ve left the last week worth of stuff up. I’ll make an effort to carve a week’s worth of junk off the bottom every weekend.
[young1]: I was sitting at home. I thought you were going to call me. Sorry about that. Hope you had a good night anyway, and I’ll see you later.
Who the hell is responsible for this sudden shift in the weather? I go outside on a perfectly lovely evening, and I wear my skates for the first time in almost a week. Next thing I know, it’s raining on me. Never fails. Stupid weather. Why did it have to go do a thing like that?
[myersa]: I’m working on it for chrisakes! Gimme a little while will you? I’ve gotta write the script before I can move content off of this site.
[wightman]: Bummer, I guess. Was she just really busy herself, or was she trying to give the class a break? Glad to hear you will have more time, at any rate.
