I'm glad I rediscovered this. It's great to not have to worry about losing data when things die ( Read more... )

I forgot ( Read more... )

Notes from Linguistic Anthropology ( Read more... )

Morgan Jennings, in her third year of college at UK, was the prize in a long, arduous round of Halo 2. One on one, to fifty kills ( Read more... )

Okay, this is just to short-cut some of the issues and questions at this point, most of you will be recieving phone calls later when I gather up the courage to pick up my phone charger from my old apartment. Yes, as in the place where I no longer live with Rory ( Read more... )

Here's the guiding and general ruling principal of life: Everything goes to shit eventually. Really. Forever is a cute sort of phrase, and utterly silly, considering not only that the death rate is holding steady at 100% but that the sun will swallow the Earth in a time span that can be measured in years, not eternities. So. What counts, I think, ( Read more... )

So, you know when you call customer service, and this disembodied dispassionate voice asks you very politely what they can do for you, and you know they just want to hang up on your ass and go take a piss?

I'm one of those, now. It's my job. Yup. We'll see how long that lasts.

Hey kids, I don't have internet really, and it's a pain in the ass to go to the lab, so. . . not so much with the correspondence. In any case, Rory and I liove the hell out of our new place, and we're getting a puppy.

No, not for dinner.

My cat killed me a bunny for easter.

Seriously.

I saw him sitting on a bench, somewhat up the slope of the hill and out of the way of traffic. He was hunched, way overdressed for the weather, as though he expected an immenent snowstorm. He had a fedora pulled down low over his face ( Read more... )