Have you accepted Cheesus as your personal saviour? When he comes back, the milk will curdle and the holes of the swiss will be filled.
The aroma of our lord be with you all. Amen.
I am a little afraid. Let me explain.
I am taking Data Structures at Tech. In order for me to succeed in this class, I need to install Linux and possibly learn to use it. I don't know how to do either. I have a Sony Vaio, with Windows XP, and for a Computer Science major I happen to know very little about it. I've been looking up how to install it on my old laptop, but my old laptop has some corrupted sectors or something. Maybe it needs therapy.
There is an installfest this afternoon and I don't know if I have the courage to go. I can feel the embarassment creep up in my head every time I interact with these code geniuses. I am a poser. I don't belong. I wonder how long I can go on at this school, pretending.
I am listening to This American Life right now, which tends to be my only plan for Saturdays. It makes me think I should record myself doing things. Playing, letters, fretting. Maybe this will end up like my movies, though.
After a stop to the dentist, I am now an oral hygiene nazi... ow.
The new semester is at hand. I'm taking classes that might be killing me. Not sure yet. I've read three Palanhiuk books, though. That's something.
I am a big copycat, so I did a audioscrobbler thing.
Jesse, I replied to your Slackjaw inquiry.