Nora, I am writing this to inform you of recent events in my life, and to tie up some loose ends from a few of my past posts.
Footloose continues unabated. Today we loaded into Hagey Hall, the on-campus performance space. The schedule for today basically said "Meet at 10am, load in, have lunch, run a cue-to-cue, and have the band done by 'late afternoon'". So, we loaded in and were done by 11. It was awsome, the sun was out and we got to walk back and forth between the different buildings in the midst of unfolding spring. Then we set up the pit and sat aorund in the green room until someone told us we'd already been released for lunch. We got back at 1 and they weren't ready for us, so we went back to the green room to wait for them. We sat in the green room until 4 when they told us they weren't going to end up getting to us until after dinner. So I'm supposed to eat now and be back by 6. Fuckin Footloose...
Yesterday Andrew Bakes came over to my house. He was carrying 300 gigs of SATA goodness and a new printer under his arm. He also brought me a floppy drive. God knows why, but it was free so I don't really care. The only trouble is that my BIOS stubbornly refuses to recognise the beautiful new drive which has deflowered its buxom SATA1 port. Andrew left in disgust a short while later and continued on his way. He's probably railing Teo in Hamilton right now. I went down to the basement to see if any of those guys were up for some AOE2 action, and when I mentioned it they said I need to flash my BIOS. I have no idea what that means, but i'm just gonna assume that its not perverse. If anyone who reads this knows anything about that sort of stuff, drop any useful advice in the comments box.
So, that's it. Now, let's take a careful look back. If I hadn't addressed it to Nora specifically, would anyone be able to tell who it was for? Probably not. That's why I write this blog instead of writing emails. I could write emails to all my friends and copy/paste in all my silly anecdotes, but that would feel strange.
I have to go, I haven't actually eaten dinner yet and Footloose will soon be upon me.
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2 comments:
Absinthe: Go fuck yourself. If you don't deign to speak my language, don't leave idiotic comments.
Teo: I would bet good money that railing was involved. I didn't mean anything by it, but I can think of only a very small number of other things that would tear Andrew away from a computer that wasn't fully fixed.
Binks: God help me.
I'm home!
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