Only my legs and head are wet

So, I woke up this morning, and I heard the sound of inevitably wet pants coming gently from outside. I don’t mind the actual riding in the rain so much as the sitting in wet pants all day. Actually, all day is a slight exaggeration; in my experience I am usually just about entirely dry by the 7th or 8th hour of my workday. At which point I as often as not get to go out into the rain and get soaked again. I think I’ve posted about my position on getting soaking wet in cold weather, but I’ll say it again; I don’t seem to like the results. I also don’t seem to like having cold air blown across my wet pantlegs, but someone here thinks AC is a good idea when it’s 52 degrees outside and raining. Brrrrr…..

Thinking of taking classes again

I guess it’s been another 2 years since the last time I tried to take classes & it’s time to try my hand at schooling again. Did you know that they charge more money every time I decide to go get humiliated by an institution of “higher learning”? Spring classes are tough to sign up for, since I just did a bunch of Christmas shopping (and ended up spending as much on myself as well). Classes at the Community College are cheaper than at the State University, and much cheaper than at a Private College, but they still cost money. I was looking at what classes I would like to take, and I quickly had three or four classes I thought I could handle pretty easily that added up to being a full-time student. Which adds up to full-time prices. Looking at my finances (Teel opens other browser windows for a moment away from typing this and sees many, many numbers), I can see that while I do not have the actual money to pay for classes today, I will certainly have it before classes begin Jan. 14. Also, based on the fact that registration has been open since October 1 and the classes I want are little-wanted & not yet full, I believe I will be able to get into them with little-to-no difficulty when the money appears in my accounts. So, I guess that means that between you and me, we have at least four weeks to talk me out of/into taking classes in the spring. I don’t think I’m entirely decided one way or the other right now, but it looks like I’ll have to ride down to the school to sign up for the math class I want, so … monkeys don’t eat neutron stars. I’m a little lost. I think I’ll go home now. Maybe do some laundry. Maybe decide to pay $10 to go watch some weirdos become aroused by fire. Maybe just get those missles ready to destroy the universe.

Oh, and if you are someone who isn’t my friend/family who knew I had most of last week off, I had most of last week of, which means I had no internet access for most of last week, which is why there were no new posts here, not updates on Modern Evil. If you can’t deal with it, then you’re dead by now. For the rest of you, thanks for surviving.

Tech support rocks ass!

Is it wrong for me to assume that when someone calls in about a particular technical question, and they ask to be walked through a particular fix, that the computer they are in front of and allow me to walk them through the steps for the fix on is the one with the problem? I don’t think so, but maybe I’m mistaken.

Is that like taking your station wagon to the shop, asking them to change the alternator, and when they’re done changing the alternator in your station wagon, while you watch them do it, mentioning that the alternator they needed to change is in your minivan? That’s what it seems like to me.

Alone in the park

10:16PM, Saturday, November 17th, 2001

I wish I had something a little nicer than simpletext to write in. I wish I had something a little nicer to write. So much of what I have to say just isn’t kind. It isn’t kind to me. It isn’t kind to the people in my life. So much of what I want to say might just go down the wrong way with some people that I just don’t say it. Not even to myself. I believe in the idea of honesty, and of being forthright with what is on your mind, but this has led me to mislead myself. If I can just convince myself that something about me isn’t true then I don’t have to worry about whether or not I reveal it to the people it would upset; there’s nothing left to reveal.

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