-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Went to Gusto with the O'Donnells and Sophy's sister last night, for the now-standard tasty pizza. Thought about stopping at Barnes after dinner to pick up a Poul Anderson book, as Dan Engler has been going off about him for a couple months now. Called Dan up to find out which I should, but he was still at work (I presume) so instead I just left a message: "Wakka wakka. Wakka wakka. ... Wakka." Went home instead. I'll stop by Penn Bookstore this afternoon maybe. I need a break from this Super Epic Fantasy Political Nonsense of the second "Ice and Fire" book.
(Pete described the series as "War of the Roses with a little bit of magic", which to me isn't much of a compliment, but.)
Yay for crashing at 2030 or something stupid, and waking up at 0200.
Now I get to sit here and watch Mail.app re-cache a few thousand messages.
The other day I had to go back to Jersey to do some contract work for DCI (the RAID blew its SCSI interface, so we had to set up using a ccd with the backed up data; trivial work, but it was nice to do actual sysadmin stuff instead of the silly shit I've been doing at Drexel for the last couple weeks), and as soon as I stepped out of the station at Ferry Ave., I smelled burning tires.
Good to know Jersey hasn't changed at all.
It was entertaining hanging out with adamk again, as well.