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A haiku for sunyata__'s cat
silly kittycat
so needy in the morning
you should let me sleep

The turkey lasagne and the big game...er, kind of
Thanksgiving, I'm told, is a day when families get together and eat turkey, and afterward there's a game.

Seems a venerable tradition. Thursday, Kelly, Shelly, and I headed over to share Thanksgiving dinner with a number of close friends, including lightgatherer, moonshadowdance, and my archnemesis. Kelly spent the entire week cooking, making lasagne (including the noodles!) from scratch.

Afterward, we retired for the traditional Big Game--in this case, a LAN game of Command & Conquer: Tiberian Sun.

Which Shelly is now addicted to. :)

This "game after Thanksgiving" tradition is pretty cool. Think I'll make it a regular part of the holiday.

Saturday: A day to spend with friends, family, and cute lesbian chicks
Saturday morning, Kelly and Shelly and I headed down south to spend the afternoon with my parents for a second Thanksgiving dinner. Frankly, I suspect this was rather a justification to get me to work on their computers... Got both of 'em running seti@home now, though, so I should be able to start kicing out more work units now.

Then back to Tampa to celebrate a birthday with my friend Scooter, who held her party at a local lesbian bar.

At eleven o'clock in the evening...mere moments after a car slammed into a telephone pole, knocking out power to the bar. Well, hell.

Didn't get to do any dancing, but it was very cool to spend time with her--I haven't had the opportunity to see her in a while.

It was FARGING cold, though.

Back to work
Have I mentioned recently how much I hate all things Micro$oft?

A client bought a PC from me last Wednesday. Today, bad RAM and bad video drivers and several blue screens during a Windows XP Pro install later, I still haven't delivered it.

Gotta love an operating system installer that crashes while installing. God bless Microsoft.

Hope tomorrow is more fruitful.


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Dec. 3rd, 2003 05:34 pm (UTC)
Ask Doctor Social-Science!
For the uneducated, let's just put a reference chart up for Tacits measure of discomfort at the ambient air temperature.

FRICKING: Often considered mildly uncomfortable by thin skinned, bony people. (Like Tacit) Usually involves crossed arms and foot-stamping.

FREAKING: Cold enough to cause shivers, and trigger the male "offer coat in attempt to gain mating rights" response. Walking outside still possible though.

FRAGING: Walking outside possible, but immediate migration to a warm eating establishment (say, a Taco Bell) is the usual trend. Coats donated during the FREAKING level are often reclaimed at this point.

FARGING: Testicle shrinkage at these temperatures has reached a point where ones nuts are often found snuggled up against the spleen deep in the males body. Nipples are known to literally shatter at these temperatures which explains the internal temperature of certain lesbian bars.

FUCKING: Just one degree warmer that the look ones ex-lover delivers when running into them the above mentioned lesbian bar. These temperatures have shown a good degree a manageability when sufficient alcohol-based solvents are available at reasonable prices.

All of the above states can be altered by adding various modifier operators such as "Hella", "Wicked" and "Seriously".

Thank you and good night.
Dec. 27th, 2003 01:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Ask Doctor Social-Science!
You, Sir, are deeply disturbed. :)
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