I have pet rats again! Three adorable little guys. I’ve named them Hobbie, Janson, and Face.
And while I’ll be stuck home from work due to dental surgery, it gives me time to finally watch The Guild and continue my Buffy rewatch (and maybe I’ll FINALLY get through Carnivale)!
Went to the Olympic Park yesterday and listened to the Madonna Concert for free with some of my friends.
So last night I reached “Exodus part II” in my BSG rewatch. Adama has shaved his mustache. This morning, I shaved the beard I’d been sporting for the past two weeks. We homeboys need to stick together. 
I thot you were gonna say you shaved your second mouth.
Boyfriend Yay and I went to see his parents again today.
It was horrible again, snide passive/agressive stuff, when I offered to do the washing-up after dinner they asked me if I liked playing house and doing womens work.
For the record, I believe that if someone cooks for you, then you do the washing-up, fair play and all that.
They asked us if we’d done “it” yet, which is an uncomfortable question for ayone I’d have thought, and wondered out loud if I felt “real”.
They asked Boyfriend Yay if my stbble is uncomfortable when kissing me.
They kept going and going and going…
So why is this in cool crap instead of Bitch And Moan?
Boyfriend Yay ripped the SH*T out of them, he ranted and screamed at them, stood up for me in front of his parents, told them that if they didn’t want his fiance around then they didn’t want him around, and then kissed me in front of them, and we ran out the door.
Very romantic.
It wasn’t until we were half-way back here that it dawned on me that he called me his fiance.
It’s a very shiny ring.
In the Firefly sense of the word, as well as the shinything sense of the word.
Holy crap, Monkey! Sucks about the 'rents, but I’m glad to hear that Boyfriend Yay is living up to his moniker.
He’s upgraded to Fiance Yey now.
Yay for Fiance Yey!
…mostly?
(Seriously, yay!)
Congrats!
School is marginally exciting for me. Mostly because Im taking physics. My teacher used to work in Siberia for the Russian government in the 70s as a physicist…
Also the new girl who sits next to me in history is quite cute:o:cool:
Go get 'er, tiger!
Is this junior or senior year for you now?
I’ve made significant progress in planning my graduate minimalism seminar. I’m not sure HOW I’m going to teach it yet, but I know wat I’d like to say.
Now, if only I had students signed up for it…(cf. B&M thread)
So, Thar Ah wahs . . . In my network Certification class today. Its an IT certification course among many . . .
Anyway, we were talking about computer network security and the instructor was introducing the topic of going from a four number IP address to a six number IP address system. He was saying that since there are so many computers and devices in the world being networked together, they have to go to a bigger system. Its only a matter of time, he says. Soon even your toaster will get an IP address . . .
I cringed, . . . :eek:
I raised my hand . . . 
I said, "We might want to re-think this idea of giving of IP addresses to toasters . . . " :rolleyes:
[no lie] 
-Ethan
OK. How many people got it?
Great, I also reached Exodus Part II one week ago. But had to take a break to watch Firefly now.
Galactica’s atmospheric entry had to be re-winded 5 times. Too bad-sorrybarb.
Yeah that’l end well…
Junior- the year of death:eek:
I’ve had to slow my re-watch down for various work activities. I’d hoped to have reached “Revelations” by the time season 4.5 came out on DVD. That didn’t quite work out.
Death? I thought that was sophomore year. I quite enjoyed my junior year, I think. Just remember, you’re halfway through.
And go get her, even if it doesn’t end well. You’ve got nothing to lose and high school politics are bull craaaaaaaaap anyway.
Is the school doing anything to advertise it, such as sending out emails, or anything of that sort?
Armando. C’mon! I can’t believe no one has said this yet. How do you teach a graduate seminar on minimalism? Two choices:
First day walk into the classroom and sit down behind the desk. Turn 45 degrees and stare at the wall for the remainder of the class. Repeat until finals.
Don’t show up at all for class, ever. Finals are one blank sheet of paper with the word, “Answer?” written on it.
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Knock Knock
Who’s there?
Kock Knock
Who’s there?
Phil Glass