Been to parties like that.
Had a very pleasant conversation with a former coworker today. Man, if there is anything funnier than taking a return authorization for a refurbished product when the person you’re giving the return authorization to DESIGNED the product, it doesn’t exist in the tech world. AND we’re getting together for beers next week. I love the guy, but as much as he likes me, it isn’t THAT way. And I wish it was. He’s the nicest, funniest, smartest, classiest, techiest, artiest and bestest cookingest guy evar. Cute too, at least by my standards. One time, he made country style French apple pie when he had me and Paul over for dinner, and Paul and I were still making “Wasn’t that a pie!?” comments six months later. And he cooked us Pad Thai once, too. Mmmmmm.
My kind of crazy. From Fark.
It’s the strangest thing. I could not get my new TV to play DVDs back in colour no matter how hard I tried. It’s amazing what happens when you actually put the connectors in the right jacks. All is good now. You know what did it? I couldn’t STAND the idea of watching House without seeing Hugh Laurie’s blue eyes. He’s so incredibly yummy….
I now have the complete Asterix and Tin Tin comics. Long live digital media. I heart Obelix. I remember when the kids were little, and somebody said something supremely obvious, we’d all yell, “Does TinTin have a COWLICK??? Does Captain Haddock have a DRINKING PROBLEM???” and then we’d fall about laughing.
nautilus3’s radiation treatments have started. She’s about a quarter of the way through. Her continuing good humour is a great comfort to me. Life is still good!
Cats in an exercise wheel. I love Bengals.
Before I looked at the link I was expecting two or more Bengal TIGERS in a giant exercise wheel.
As for your kind of crazy, you come by it honestly. Last night we watched a Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis movie, “Scared Stiff,” a remake of an old Bob Hope – Bing Crosby film. In it there is a haunted house with all the standard tropes. If we had the kind of dinero that Italian had, we would construct a combination fun-house/haunted-house. And no, we will NEVER grow up.
AND – I wish I HAD been at a nerd party like that. Instead (in my previous incarnation) I attended parties where there was a lot of drinking (check) and nothing got broken (check) but otherwise were the antithesis of the listed nerd party criteria. In a word, BORING.
Have you seen Teller’s house, of Penn and Teller? Google it, it’s just what you would like!!!