One of the bands that Dad is in is practicing in the living room. They've been playing this same song now for an hour, at least. I don't mind the folk music that much. Dad was listening to this exact song on repeat on the CD player (a CD apparently released by the woman singing in my living room) for hours and hours last week. I think I'm going to be able to sing this whole blearin' song for the rest of my life. Not because it's especially catchy, of course. I'll remember it for the same reason I'll always remember the "12" song from Sesame St.

Lessee..1, 2, 3... since I was in 7th grade. -- How long Dad(~60) has been playing basses, regularly.

I am ready to move out on an hour's notice at this point. Everything is boxed, except my day critical items. Since I've lost a contact, I don't even have to keep the little optics lab available. All I'd have to do is throw my brush, bath stuff, and remaining clothes in my suitcase and I'd be rolling. I don't have the sense of extreme detachment (and that nihilism business) that usually accompanies a move, though. I'm not moving to another state, I guess. That, and I'm still riding the 'happy to be employed' wave.

Wrong. I have ten on my hands.. but I have three more in my coat pocket! -- 'Choppo', Red Meat

I'm not totally self-absorbed, I guess. For the most part, I have a hard time relating to people on a one-time, transient acquaintance basis. I gather as much information as I want (which isn't a lot) about most people just by listening to them for a few minutes. I don't think of many questions I'd like to ask ("What is your perspective on the local climate?"). I'm not likely to socialize because I'm attracted to someone, either. Physical attraction, like anger, is far beyond my understanding. It seems to generate purely irrational behavior ("She keeps throwing water in my face. I'm gonna hide outside her window every night this week."), a fact many people rely on as their primary means of manipulating others. ("Many" is an abstract statistic, pulled out of my conceptual abstract butt.) As a result, I wind up classifying people I am attracted to as threats, and I stay away from them. So far, I've managed to avoid spending 4 digit sums on anyone since 1996 or so. Not a joke.

If you happen to be British, you probably know what a queue is. -- Tom Swan, Mastering BC++5

When Ed and I find a house, it will be a place where we can sit around studying obsessively without people guffawing loudly at the perpetually amusing television, or filling the air with, say, tobacco smoke. Much dignified, stuck-up learning will occur, with scattered bouts of little chocolate donuts. I will call it the Fortress of Fortitude, unless something else fits it better. At my house, my door is always clearly labeled "23". Why 23? Well, because that's the floor of Grosvenor center that Hawaii Online was on, so I had enough time to pry the big metal plate with "23" on it off the elevator doorframe.

Yeah, it's rare to see Andrew around these days. He's like bigfoot. -- Kris, to Brandon

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