Eek
$PROF1 just wrote me back.
Hi. Thanks for your message, and your interest in our research group.
I could meet you this Wednesday at 11:00am. Does that work for you?
Eek. I am now very excitable. This is sure to mess up my evening, when I'm supposed to be writing. This is definitely sure to mess up my LotR plans for 12:01 Wednesday morning in Belfast, Maine, too. Do I want to attend this crucial appointment on no sleep? I happen to know that I don't have much problem putting off sleep for a day if I have to, but... hrm.
Well, if I do go, I'll be able to sidestep the vaguely thorny issue of carpool politics with one fellow moviegoer, who lives on the route I'd be taking but insists that I should drop my car off at his house (in Kittery, on the ME/NH border) and then let him go the rest of the way, since he told me (on a mailing list) that I am the scariest driver he's ever encountered. Asked to defend his position, he said that I drove too slowly to be able to react to obstacles or other danger in time. I could talk about what I think of his driving, but I think that sentence says everything that needs to be said. I am happy that I now have an excuse not to humor him.
Last night I talked to two Lab expats at just as many parties that cthulhia and queue dragged me to (well, cthulhia acted as the primary dragging force, of course) and they basically just repeated what my sponsor told me. Actually, they said, "Oh, you've talked to [$SPONSOR] already? Then you know everything you need to know." This helps in its own way, I reckon.
One of the parties was also the first where LJ was brought up as a topic, after cthulhia introduced me to some people using our LJ usernames (half-jokingly, since I knew some of the people iRL anyway ("RL"?)). She actually misspoke mine (using my Unix username/real life nickname/domain name, which is not "prog") and I corrected her, which I guess dooms me all the more to admitting my LJ addiction. So it goes.
Or so it goes until the book is done, anyway.
Hi. Thanks for your message, and your interest in our research group.
I could meet you this Wednesday at 11:00am. Does that work for you?
Eek. I am now very excitable. This is sure to mess up my evening, when I'm supposed to be writing. This is definitely sure to mess up my LotR plans for 12:01 Wednesday morning in Belfast, Maine, too. Do I want to attend this crucial appointment on no sleep? I happen to know that I don't have much problem putting off sleep for a day if I have to, but... hrm.
Well, if I do go, I'll be able to sidestep the vaguely thorny issue of carpool politics with one fellow moviegoer, who lives on the route I'd be taking but insists that I should drop my car off at his house (in Kittery, on the ME/NH border) and then let him go the rest of the way, since he told me (on a mailing list) that I am the scariest driver he's ever encountered. Asked to defend his position, he said that I drove too slowly to be able to react to obstacles or other danger in time. I could talk about what I think of his driving, but I think that sentence says everything that needs to be said. I am happy that I now have an excuse not to humor him.
Last night I talked to two Lab expats at just as many parties that cthulhia and queue dragged me to (well, cthulhia acted as the primary dragging force, of course) and they basically just repeated what my sponsor told me. Actually, they said, "Oh, you've talked to [$SPONSOR] already? Then you know everything you need to know." This helps in its own way, I reckon.
One of the parties was also the first where LJ was brought up as a topic, after cthulhia introduced me to some people using our LJ usernames (half-jokingly, since I knew some of the people iRL anyway ("RL"?)). She actually misspoke mine (using my Unix username/real life nickname/domain name, which is not "prog") and I corrected her, which I guess dooms me all the more to admitting my LJ addiction. So it goes.
Or so it goes until the book is done, anyway.