October 19-21, 2000

gibbers

Two good things in the mail, lately: one from Flamingo, who sent me a sweet card that maked me sniffle, and the other a set of CDs put out by my aunt. The CDs were great -- I listen to them from time to time, and feel nostalgic for the days when I was as good -- and the card now holds a place of honor on top of one of the many newly clean surfaces in my room.

The Sun people are going to finish putting patches on their lab machines, and then they're going to rip out some disk arrays so we can test our software. How exciting is that? I want to watch the ripping out part. Constructive, sanctioned destruction. Yum.

Everybody else in my group now has a little box of cereal by their desk. They bought their own, see? They want to be like me. I'd mock them about it, except for the fact that they won't let me live down the day when I brought four boxes in to work.

A gift of a link from Jazz, who never ever ever sends voluntary email; it all goes to show you what her priorities are, that the one thing she sends me via email is this. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Cupid! Hurrah! And Sports Night! Hurrah! Die, you Network bastards. A few more conversions like this and I'll never watch another network show again.

And on my last television note, I'd like to point out that Ice-T is now on Law & Order: SVU, and that his only two lines in the very last two minutes of the show were great. Ow. What a note to end an episode on; how marvelously Dick Wolf.

I watched movies this weekend. Stir of Echoes. (Bah.) Stigmata. (Okay.) Mansfield Park (Pissed me off, sort of. I think it was good. I'm not sure. I might have liked it, but I'm not positive. What a strange, twisted story-- ) and Blade. (Bah.)

So many bad movies. So little time.

In the meantime, I'm going to Korea. I received an enigmatic email from my friend The Eye, with the comment: "You didn't tell me you were going to Korea." As far as I was aware, I wasn't. Having received no notification, no contract, no offer letter from them, I was rather under the impression that nothing was actually going to happen on that front.

A few days later, my mother called.

"I just got the brochure for Korea," she announced, happily. "Look, there's your aunt's name, and then there're other names, other names, other names, and then here, your name."

"Son of a --"

...and so I'm going to Korea after all. My aunt called a short while later and told me they were going to send me a contract, soon.

And that reminds me that I need to give her my fax number. Oy.