fuckity fuck fucking fuck.
it was funny. it was about my friend S., and how his IM away message always tells us what he's doing, thinking, feeling, etc. and how i was going to write a book in which a sandra-bullock-esqe character and i race across town to get to a working macintosh with adium so that we could check S.'s AIM away message, which would say something like "they're right behind you!" and we could turn around just in time to kill the commienazi terrorists, working in consort with prince what's-his-name from england, with our super-secret gay-sex bomb.
trust me, it was funnier before i fucking lost all motor skills and deleted the post.
and the picture is just a comment on how impossibly huge the GUI elements are in movies involving computers. see? it's a huge fucking dialog box with a simple message and one fucking button. i design better apps in my stool! (/triumph)
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last night we celebrated A.'s good friend's birthday with a wonderful dinner at a downtown sushi establishment, and then an evening of watching drunken out-of-towners at a "dueling pianos" bar. that was something, let me tell you. two guys, pianos tip-to-tip on the stage, a wall of mirrors behind them tilted so that we can see their prowess on the keyboard, and about 200 yahoos from across the state, all in town to whoop it up after our home NBA team apparently beat some other NBA team.
that is most decidedly not my scene, though i was a good trooper to A. because, well, she'd threatened me with sleeping in the garage if i didn't go along with her. it was a non-smoking place, which is the only saving grace as far as i was concerned. oh, and the hot, young, couldn't-be-21 young women dancing in front of us. they were part of a large group of yahoos, including someone who will be the subject of the next hillary swank is-he-a-she-and-is-she-gay movie. A. and i were trying to pinpoint his/her sex all night.
at some points, "Pat" was dancing with the hot young'uns. at others, s/he was dancing with men. s/he had two earrings in, a very skinny body, and nothing whatsoever physically that would give us a clue. it was frustrating. i like my ogling-subjects to have a discernable gender, thank you very much.
