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Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Geektastic:
The last several days have been a whirlwind of excitement, intrigue, and mild sinus irritation. On Thursday I finalized the sessions I'm going to present at this geek conference I'm speaking at next May. They do it really far in advance because seriously, creating four 1.5-hour presentations with 70+ slides each takes a motherfucking long time. Anyway, I am really excited because one of the presentations will have a lot of Linux-related content, so I get to refamiliarize myself with a couple of different flavors of Linux and really just geek the fuck out for the next few months. I'll try not to get too overly absorbed, but if I start IMing you and asking you if you want to -rm -rf mypants, force me to leave the house and interact with other humans, please.
On Friday I had to take my car in for service, which prompted me to go to the showroom and check out some new cars. I don't think I'll be buying a brand new car anytime soon, but I saw a couple of 2-year old hot-ass cars and I was going to take a test drive, but the motherfucking salespeople didn't even say hello to me. What, I'm good enough to buy my current car from Beverly Hills Audi but not good enough for your punk-ass Pasadena dealership? Yeah, well Hab SoSlI' Quch, motherfucker! My evening was much better than my day, because I got to hang out with my friend Karen and drink some ridiculously good scotch. Lesson learned: scotch makes everything better.
On Saturday I did some thrift store shopping (my favorite) with my friend Patrick. We ran a couple of other errands and after he was finished antagonizing the living shit out of some striking grocery workers at the local market he made me look through a bunch of magazines to get an idea of what type of furniture I want to get for my loft. (I'm redecorating, woo.) Saturday evening was fairly eventful as it was time for the NaNoWriMo TGIO (thank geebus it's over) party. I also managed to slip away during the party to obtain the newest addition to my living room, which really ties the room together and gives it a much cozier, intimate feeling.
Sunday I went to a party and was entertained by a bouncy dog, good company, tasty snacks, and conversations about things ranging from foot fetish modeling to cannibalism to pee to tattoos. Lesson learned: 9 times out of 10, you should have just peed on yourself.
Or you could just ask, nuqDaq 'oH puchpa''e'?"
Update: qoSlIj DatIvjaj! (that translates to "Jesus, Kat, you're a fucking geek")
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