So, I recently got a message from a Japanese Publisher asking for permission to translate and publish my Enteruser article in the forthcoming launch of a BSD print publication.
I said hell yes, just send me a copy of the mag when it comes out. Then I can whip out this Japanese mag and impress my friends with how far and wide the word of dannyman has gone.
Before that, I was recently doing a search for "dannyman" on Google when I found my name on the sexchart! It's actually kind of neat - a weird ASCII table of people on IRC who are linked by way of activity that could conceivably transmit STDs. Several of my friends are on it in more tightly-meshed circles. I like to think that my mere leaf node means that I tend to be more broadly travelled than some of my peers. I've never been one for hanging in the same circles all the time.
So, Miss Jessica, the woman from the VA Research Party gave me a call last Thursday. I told her that, no, in fact, I wasn't after her boxen, and would she like to go grab some coffee. She suggested dancing instead, coz she don't drink coffee. Well, I got my boys together - Pat, Dave, Govig, and she got some of her people together, and we met at Molly McGee's in Mountain View.
Now Jessica's folks had had a head start on the booze, so I hustled some to play catch-up. Before very long I was as drunk as one can reasonably get and still sort of keep dancing with the beat. Things were wild. One of her friends and I got dancin' like I was about to marry the girl, and in a moment of drunken machismo I got another lady's number to boot. I was the pimp.
Friday night I went out with the third woman. We caught The Sixth Sense, which is a damned good movie starring Bruce Willis in a role that felt like it was written for Robin Williams. And while I love Robin Williams, it was definately nice to see Bruce in the role because, well, sometimes you just don't feel like watching Robin Williams, eh? Variety!
Well, me and Etsuko, for that is the lady's name, got to talkin'. And as the weekend progressed and I came down from my high, she and various confidants expressed that maybe by gettin' around so much on the dance floor somebody might have hurt feelings. Yeap, I had myself such concerns.
Saturday I just chilled out. Relaxed around the house and made a run to Clarke's as I've had a habit of doing on Saturday's lately - GOOD, if expensive, burgers. I caught a movie called "Kiss the Girls" on HBO and had a nice quiet night to myself.
Sunday we went up to Lorah and Joe's in Frisco for some home-made ice cream Lorah had made. Fun Illinois Alumni sausage party, conversation drifting from electrocution, to dreams, to IMAP implementations, to flying and on and on, it was cozy and Lorah had strategically served enough sweets to leave us all feeling happily sluggish.
Damned good ice cream.
And when I got home at midnight, I immediately got a call from Tammie .... could she get a big favor .... did I have jumper cables for her new motorcycle?
Yeah sure. What's a big favor in her book I explained was a learning experience in mine. After puzzling the contraption over, finding the battery, and consulting with Doyle over the cell phone, we judged that she might very well have a 6 volt system which we'd rather not fry with my 12 volt charger.
So we took Joe's advice and got it a push start. Now, this was kind of fun. "Oh, you mean I have to have the ignition on?" "Wait, am I supposed to let off the clutch?"
Tammie normally drives stick, but I guess it's a new experience if you've actually been driving reliable cars. When I get Lucy running again maybe I can give informal lessons to those of my friends who are uninitiated in the black art of starting a car without using the starter motor.
But yes, for the record, after a few tries, the bike was purring like a happy, noisy kitten.
Now I can't say as I got the best night's sleep last night, but today I was in at the wee hour of 10:30 ... maybe the fourth person here. Usually I waltz in when people might normally be having lunch, but you know, its just nice to get in at a normal hour, and spend a little time in the morning catching up on correspondence. The morning's mail bag had good news - letters from both Jessica and her buddy saying that they too had a blast and were not at all affronted by my outgoing behaviour. Rock!
But it wasn't until later in the afternoon that I got to write back. The morning was a little hectic, playin' IS boy for an ass-fucked laptop and some strangeness on the NT server, on top of general fatigue. Well, I've had a little afternoon siesta and I'm coming up to speed now.
All systems go.
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