November 28th, 2007


Wicked, treacherous weatherfront.


Okay, actually, yes, but only if it starts in the NEXT TEN MINUTES. >:(

Monday night we walked to IHOP through horrible diagonal sleet-that-was-not-quite-snow. It snowed down my neck and then melted there, but it did not shut down the college. Now it's saying it's going to Actually Snow today, but whaddya wanna bet it doesn't hit until the afternoon and they send us home at 4pm? Huh? *sigh*

10-20 cm, guys. O.O

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It would appear that my PDA/awesomecakes new mobile phone harbours intense dislike for Dougie's WiFi. Go figure. So half an hour's fiddling with the settings and attempting to e-mail myself a picture to use as a background via Rogers' website (so that it wouldn't cost me anything) led to the disheartened decision to wait 'til I get home to upload the damned thing via USB (because although I have the requisite cable - it's the same USB as my Zen, which I carry with my everywhere so that I can charge it at work - I am "not authorised to install hardware" or, for that matter, most software, on my work computer, which explains why Windows Update is constantly bitching at me and I keep getting security alerts from the network; CEIT is not what we would call on top of making sure software updates are, well, up to date).

Did I mention I love my new phone? Aside from Word and an MP3 player (though my Zen is far superior in this regard) it has something called Bubble Breaker, which is OMG addictive. It takes all my willpower not to spend all day playing it.

Curse you, Douglas College WiFi.

EDIT: I am in love with this video. Hee hee hee Matthew Perry. ^.^

Oh, Numb3rs, you should know better.

Halfway into season 2, and come up against what I am calling the Gamers Like Guns episode which seems to have become standard for all TV drama. Disturbingly this is the most accurate portrayal of an internet community I've seen thus far, and yet it still culminates by suggesting that everyone who hangs out online is stocking up on assault rifles. I swear, if this episode weren't two years old I would be writing a letter. For fuck's sake.

However. "What flavour of crazy kool-aid do they make you drink when you join the physics department?" has possibly moved up into the top five of my favourite TV lines of all time. ^.^

And is it totally wrong that I have perhaps by accident kinda seen the Larry/Charlie a few times?

I want my snow day. I'm feeling extremely cheated, here.

Also, happy birthday to cocoajava, in case I forget tomorrow. Which I probably will, because I do that.

48287 / 50000 words. 97% done!

Less than two thousand words to go.