:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Monday, July 14, 2003 ::

"I need nothing, for I am on the internet and in bed."
It's true folks. I finally got the great idea of just seeing how far the power and ethernet cords would let me travel, and the answer, as it turns out, is far enough. As nice as the new computer was, I really do appreciate how personalized the old laptop is, and how very much it is the way I want it to be, with the exception of the absurd instability caused by my foolishly still running the dreaded WinME (Ooh, let's pile EVEN MORE SHIT that makes computers crash in Win98 and call it a day. Assholes, may they rot in a hell composed of ones and zeroes), though I'm forever planning on fixing that. I took the digicam back to school with me, so as soon as I figure out how to run one of these newfangled "efteepees," you'll be able to click on any number of pictures of Sylvia/Dinosaur/STD/Vornado (i.e., the cat), or far likelier, the back of Keith's head.

The aforementioned head-back, accompanied by the rest of Keith, made its way down to D.C. with me for a pretty good weekend, all told. The weekend was great, mind you, but being at home is somewhat soul-draining. Moreover, the decree was handed down that I'm not to go to Sandy Island with Jenn and her folks, which is more or less total bullshit. I mean, I can understand why they would want me at home (or at least simply that they do), but they're rather failing to gracefully accept the fact that not only do I split my infinitives with wild abandon, but that I'd rather spend time with Jenn and her family at one of the prettiest spots I've spent prolonged periods of time around than at home doing shit. Fortunately, the conversation evolved into one of those arguments that, rather than debasing the relationship, showed us that we still have things to learn about each other, and topics we've yet to cover. One thing that I'm very thankful for is Jenn's newfound ability to call me an asshole when she thinks I'm being one, rather than sort of tiptoeing around the subject. The downside is that we have real arguments now, but when the argument isn't about the relationship, hunky fucking dory, I'm in belligerent-argument-person heaven. Life seems downright awesome, in large part because the relationship is going well, such that all the awesome is visible.

I also had a good long chat with Anne, who, in recent news, posted for the first time in several months the other day. Sorry, that's it 'till October folks, nothing to see here ;). It's good to hear she's got a place to stay. Though throwing Harry Potter backandforth is most awesome, it's nary 5 minutes before I hear an exasperated, restrained "read the fifth book!" I do miss Santa Barbara plenty, though finding time to go there is like finding a good reason NOT to go to Sandy Island (blah). This is a pure in-joke, and nothing better. For those of you who understand the sheer magnitude of shit that these lyrics speak to, I salute you. My dancin' feet need a pad to call home, to stretch and run free again, lest they turn into stompin' feet, which will cost me thousands in medical bills, not to mention all my friends.

Oh, I guess this means it's working now, though I definitely shouldn't have uploaded a full-sized image. Oh well. I hope this is one of those hilarious, charming mistakes, rather than the annoying sort. Expect the pictures to stream in, kiddies. Like a child with a new toy will I abuse this new power. Jesus, I can't believe how late it is. Though tomorrow will be a tough day of work setting up all the electrical connections on the newly christened EdBoard, Mom cooked food for the Indian-themed potluck tomorrow at work, so doubtless the compliments will stream in. I know that everyone's mom is the best cook in the world, but I've yet to have better paneer dishes. Hold on to your balls kids, 'cause mama don' play.

Music: Daft Punk's Discovery. Good to have the little bastard back from the clutches of the evil Landau.

:: Aziz 3:10 AM [+] ::
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