Proof that I am t3h g33kl3t:

For the first time in my life I woke up, blinked, and wondered 'how the hell did I wind up sleeping next to THAT...'

... where THAT = my cellphone. Apparently I'd managed to knock it off my nightstand or something during the night, and it had wound up under my blankets. I had an interesting set of key-shaped imprints in my shoulder as a result. I'd thought the mattress seemed exceptionally lumpy when I woke up in the night, but hadn't bothered to check.

This display of acceptance of technology in our everyday lives was followed up with 'the hard drive has sustained physical damage' messages on my mom's computer, which needed fixing before I even got out of my bathrobe. (She's using it for her Ph.D. thesis and hasn't got a tape backup or a CD burner yet.) As the computer started screaming about the floppy drive not working, I had her email all her critical files to me at work. When I got to the office I downloaded 'em onto my USB key. When I get home I'll burn 'em to a CDRW or something. I'll also add a temporary backup hard drive and start looking for a CD burner she can afford.

I have this horrible feeling that even if I ever joined the Peace Corps or some other organization of that nature (as I'd planned to do when I got my undergrad degree - it's in an essentially pre-public-health curriculum), I'd still be hunted down by the Machines. I'd be killing snails in Upper Damnistan or something and my satellite-powered cell phone would ring, and it'd be someone from the organization calling to say that the Upper Damnistan government was having a problem with their network configuration and could I please hand the blindness project off to one of the barefoot doctors and go to the capitol to fix it... bah.

"Once you start down the Dark Path, forever will it dominate your destiny!" Too right, Yoda. Too right. Now gimme my red lightsaber. I think the computers will obey a little faster if I offer to slice 'em in half like a cranky Sithlord.

In light of the last posting, this one's pretty damn amusing.

( Quizfoo. Which Mage: The Ascension tradition am I? )

ICQ conversation snippet

One which makes me wonder, yet again, if there weren't some celestial mix-up when it came time for myself and my friend Kin-Hon to be born. The show he's referring to is the Shaolin Wheel of Life performance from Monday:

Honville: hi
Honville: you still up?
Crowmark: Yes, unlike some people, I don't leave my computer on 24 hours a day.
Honville: ha ha! :) !!!!!!!!!!!!*
Honville: thank you for the show, btw
Honville: although I am still trying to figure out the storyline
Crowmark: Dude, there *wasn't* a storyline. I didn't want to see a storyline. I wanted to see guys kicking ass, and that's what we got.
Crowmark: Although if you still want to try to find one I can loan you the DVD.

I'm reasonably sure that for the most part, it's supposed to be the female participant in the conversation who asks where the (movie/show)'s plot was, and the male one who says 'plot? I'm just watching this for the explosions' or the equivalent. Then again, the last time I ordered a DVD by mail, it turned out Kin-Hon had as well. Both of us were equally excited about our shiny new entertainment, but he was the one who'd ordered Sex and the City season 2, and I was the one who'd ordered New Legend of Shaolin. Like I said, I'm starting to wonder if there weren't some form of mix-up.


* English is perhaps Kin-Hon's third language, after Malay and Fukienese dialect. Despite this, he finds all of my humor, even the kind that's just a dry little comment I didn't stop to think about, worth laughing over. Usually laughing a lot. Even online.