Homegoing at a glance or slightly more

J* and E*: It’s like I was never gone at all.

T*: Did we like, used to know each other or something?

T*’s bitch: Still an asshole as ever. Immediately entered Turf Protection mode. (Incidentally, I come to find out I’ve been attaining sort of a bad reputation in my absence…) (Hey…um…I’m 23 and live in Boston. Your turf is secure.)

Bubblegum and lollipops: A riot, plain and simple. Finally met this chick who’s been talking dirty to me for so long. Not at all what I expected (somehow, I had this mental image of a [&politically sensitive term for fat] Latina chica). Still my cousin’s too-young friend whom I am *not banging*, a fact that required considerable explanation to certain parties (mentioned / ranted on a few times before).

R* polished up the nail on my traffic finger to a mirrorlike sheen, and someone (who shall remain a DAmN unIdEntified LittLE sneek) wrote something obscene on my back using her razor nails, so that it would show up in red while I was swimming. Wish I knew what it said (curse this not having eyes in the back of my head!). Later we ended up watching our homebrew fireworks show, laughing uncontrollably the entire time. Getting into that resonance where everything–and I mean everything–is just fucking hilarious, and you as a collective find it impossible to stop laughing because one of you busts out laughing and sets everyone else off all over again…love that shit. I swear everyone must have assumed we were on something. Of course, the frequent references to my brother’s recent law-enforcement encounter (the high point of which involved a large, friendly black man and a very non-lubricated latex glove) may have been a contributing factor to the unending mirth (not to mention several attempted beatings, as he was within earshot most of the time…haha)

Speaking of the certain parties, took a load of shit re: hanging out with younger female persons, on the basis that persons with this disability are unable to form valid opinions and aren’t worth talking to. “What could possibly be so appealing about all that bubble-gum talk? Unless…” Here we go again.

The ex: Um…hi…bye…

Nando Clan: dirty dancing with some cute Cali girls at Zero-G. Numerous russians of every non-color color (black and white) were consumed. Nando dresses like a flamer and probably spent more time schmoozing with the DJ than the ladies, but that fucker can dance. Before the Cali girls and thumping bass of incredible loudness, Predator was on the big-screen. (Yes, we DO both know every line in that movie, what’s it to you?) (“I’m here! Kill me!”)

College Crew: That was priceless, seeing my one college buddy all but passed out on the floor after we killed enough bottles of liquor to reach end-to-end across his kitchen table. He complained along the lines of “man, I gotta yak, but it won’t happen…”, so the remaining not-as-drunk-fucks ran out to Ghetto Bumfuck Mart to pick up some make-ya-yak stuff to help the process along. While there, my phone rings…”hey, nevermind…I just imagined a world where there was nothing but ’90s music, and that did the trick.” So it was decided mutually that nothing calms a stomach like a big brick of cheese, so that’s what we picked up instead. Man, the look on the cashier’s face…”just a big brick of cheese for our sick friend.”
Shot the BS, watched movies and then crashed hard on his couch before continuing the voyage back to Beantown the next morning.

Random driving pics:
Kristoff – scheduled downtime
The administrators of scheduled downtime
Pennsylvania’s first corn-snack-powered vehicle(?)
Truth in naming – near Cleveland
They care about your load

QOTD: First ‘official’ addition. This project includes ASCII-number-to-binary conversion and a large integer division routine that can be adapted to numbers of arbitrary size, upstaging those lazy MATLAB programmers who think the world ends at 52 bits :-)
-Me, in the CVS changelog comments for software being developed for an 8-bit microcontroller.






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