Hannibal V Constantine (hannibalv) wrote,
Hannibal V Constantine

December 14, 2001

Lots to say and I'm feeling gregarious, so buckle in.

Firstly: SNOW! Snow finally happened! When I woke up this morning, there was a lovely layer of white on the ground. It went quickly, but soon there will be more…excellent.

Second: this is the first entry I'm writing on Microsoft Word XP, part of the Microsoft Office XP suite. It's not that different…yet. I received it in return for heavy-stuff moving-well, sorta. The original deal (with someone who shall remain unidentified except that they are in the software business) was Office XP for the moving of some cabinets plus $50. Well, the last of the cabinets were moved today, and I was handed Office XP. The deal transmuted into "Move the cabinets and happy birthday/Merry Xmas". I had no problem with that.

Got a bunch of shopping done today, as well as some frustration-I'm looking for something that was released on DVD in April but is now, seemingly, out of print. I don't get it. (Thus the difficulty of "out of print".)

Most importantly, I went to another Christmas party tonight. It was much fun, especially the hugely bastardized version of charades that was played. (Try charading "transcendental meditation", for example.) Lots of cool people, lots of good talk, woo-hoo. But one exchange stands out in my mind. One of the people there-someone I hadn't seen in years, perhaps since high school-mentioned, about me, "I don't think he's changed much since high school". First of all, I don't think I was supposed to hear it. Secondly, I kind of brush-laughed it off ("I know, ain't it nice?" "Actually, yeah, it's kind of like a security blanket."), but it stuck with me, and made me somewhere between hurt and pissed. I couldn't be entirely sure from where his judgment was coming, or what it was based on. But he decided he could generalize (and, thereby, limit) me. This stuck with me for a while until I realized-he hasn't changed since HS either. He was a pompous ass I could never really stand but was always cordial-to-mock-friendly toward then, and he's still a pompous ass. So, ultimately, fuck him. I hope I never seem him again.

The invitation to the party said "7:30 until the cows come home". I went out and bought a stuffed cow, and, upon arrival, presented it to the hostess and declared the party over. (I also quickly declared the after-party started to make sure no one had to leave.) I thought it was a good gag, as did the hostess.

Tomorrow is…up in the air. I'm going to try to make the 4:00 "Vanilla Sky" at the Premium Cinema (especially since the reservations are already made), and there will likely be tree-buying. But all of this is subject to change.

Today's Link Of The Day is about the all-important lessons offered by falling down a flight of stairs. There's even a manifesto. http://www.404.org/dive/howto.html

12/15/2001 5:36 AM

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