Colin Timothy Gagnon (sacredspud) wrote,
Colin Timothy Gagnon
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Bride of Weekend Update

Let's start off this morning with a haiku:
LiveJournal Haiku!
Your name:sacredspud
Your haiku:public bathroom guys
and are standing in front of
urinals doing um
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Created by Grahame

And while that's entertaining, it still doesn't hold a candle to this one:

First five syllables,
then seven, then five again.
Blah, blah freakin' blah.

Anyway, today may be very long and not much fun. The printer I use is having problems, and I really can't do any of the work at my desk without being able to print. If it were a regular printer, I'd probably be making the problem worse by poking around in it with my letter opener, but it's what my boss calls the "fancy-dancy slicer-dicer copier/printer/scanner/fax machine," and it can only be serviced by a repairman. Besides, we're leasing it, so we don't have the key to open the damn thing up. There's another printer I could use, but the driver for the printer is really messed up. Normally, if one print job is in progress and another one comes through, the new one is queued to be processed after the first one. This printer -- and it's the software, not the printer -- interrupts the job in progress to start the new print job, and then finishes the first one afterward. It's a nightmare when ten people are printing documents with multiple pages at the same time. I'm just gonna wait for the other one to be fixed.

I had a good weekend. Friday night, as I said, I hung out with Ribs. Saturday I went over to fuzzyinthehead's apartment, and hung out with her and agaysexicon. We watched a couple of episodes of Lain, which I think I'll really like. This is encouraging, because anime generally doesn't do anything for me at all. Lain will probably end up in the relatively small list of anime that I actually like, which includes Witch Hunter Robin, FuriKuri, Blue Submarine No. 6, and a handful of others. It was nice to actually talk to Liz and Nick, who I haven't seen since Nick declared his hiatus from Tiny Fools.

Saturday night, Ellen and I got together. We'd planned, as always, to go to Rocky, but since it had been cancelled again, we watched Strange Days instead. I hadn't seen it before. It's a good film, even if it the plot begins to disintegrate toward the ending. I've never really thought about it before, but Ralph Fiennes and Vincent D'Onofrio have had really weird acting careers.

Wow, I just got an e-mail saying that the printer's back up. That was a lot quicker than I expected. I'll finish this before I get into any real work, though.

Sunday afternoon Ellen and I went to my parents' house for dinner. It went well. Nobody said anything stupid -- my parents didn't mention the goat sacrifices, Ellen didn't mention six milk bottles and a tuning fork, and I didn't bring up the article I read that says that eating the things you find in your nose is good for you. My parents are finalizing the purchase of their new house which is somewhere between Stoughton and Evansville, so that was the primary topic of conversation. I think they're still deciding how to go about selling their current house. The house was in pretty sorry shape when they got it, and though they've made massive improvements, repairing it to the point where it wouldn't be a "fixer upper" would be an enormous, costly job. On the other hand, the land my parents own is zoned for four houses, and they're trying to figure out whether to repair and sell the house, or just sell the land to developers. I don't want to see the house I grew up in demolished, but it might be the better way to go.

Dinner -- from scratch, for those who've kept up with my ranting -- was good. Steak, potatoes, a nice green salad, other stuff... Dessert was a cake with canned raspberries from last summer -- oh, man. Moving away means no more fresh cherries, raspberries, currants, blackberries, strawberries and mulberries. Sure, my mom will plant a garden at the new place, but berries take a minimum of few years to cultivate. That's it. Now I'm depressed. Never mind. I'm getting back to work.

Dammit.
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