- So LWE in “beautiful” San Jose has come and gone. It was pretty fun, although completely exhausting. I always find it really amusing how one of two things always happens at a conference. Either, everything stops and no one gets anything done (see OLS) or a flood of things happen, like they did at LWE. Things are looking good.
- Kara has come and gone. She visited for a few days here. I feel kind of bad, because I had to work every day she was here and so we didn’t get a chance to hang out as much as we probably would have liked. On the other hand, though, it was probably a good thing, because there wasn’t enough time for her to really get sick of me. I did, however, help her set up an activity log of her own. I’ll put it up shortly, assuming she keeps writing me with new entries.
- Might go to Montreal this weekend. I haven’t decided yet. At this point all I really want to do is sleep.
- TiVo is contiually fucking us over when it comes to Friends. Stupid TiVo. After I move in next week, I’m going to make sure we get a Sony TiVo instead of that pile of dung Phillips at Nat’s place. I have had precious few medicinal doses of the wacky antics of the Friends crew since returning from the Angst Coast.
- I woke up a little before my alarm at 6:30 am this morning.
Why? Jackhammers. Yes. Jackhammers. The city of Boston in its infinite wisdom decided it would be a wonderful fucking idea to start dismantling my street shortly after dawn. Kara claims she heard them milling about at 4:30. What are these fucking people thinking? Isn’t this why we have labor unions? Whatever happened to collective bargining? If you put me at that god damned table, there is no way in hell you are getting me up at 3:30 in the pissing morning to tear up a street and lay asphalt. God. Damn. It.
Breathe.
Okay. I am better now.
- They were filming the movie on my street again yesterday. I got to see Danny DeVito in his actor’s chair. Those chairs are pretty high up, and I wonder how he got into the chair. I bet he has some lackeys who lift him up and put him in chairs.
Anyway. While I was walking to work, after briefly pausing to take in the magic of Hollywood, I noticed another film crew on the Longfellow bridge filming some woman standing still in tight orange spandex.
Not that I’m complaining.
But Boston is weird; you’d never see that stuff in Ohio.
- At the cave, we watched the three episodes of Friends and Friday. Nat ended up freezing eggs and burning bacon. The smoke detector went off. He ate pickles instead.
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[...] I was rudely awaken this morning by jackhammering at 6:30 this morning. In what world do people live that they think jackhammering that early is acceptable? I realize that I am not an early riser, but give me a break. It’s as if I was living in Brookline all over again. Or Boston. [...]