spacekadet blog

where were we? last time i reflected on the weekend. now, with friday just 13 hours away, i just wish i could slow down.

tuesday night i escaped to the crown instead of proctoring an exam. sheri and joel have never had sunshine wheat — inconceivable! but i showed them the way (like that styx song).

wednesday night: made a long overdue trip to Lovejoys for a Newcastle. I drove my scooter, so I couldn’t GET FUCKED UP. so everyone else did instead. funny that. met up with tim later at Nasty’s where he made a panicked beer choice. beer was folllowed by 2 jack & cokes, which was quite possibly followed by inebriation.

or at least that’s how i feel this morning.

when i got back to my place, Ivy, perhaps angry at me for leaving him trapped in my apartment, had spewed all over my favorite jeans. blast!

pet peeve…. I order iced coffee almost daily at the coffee stand in RLM. the past two days, the coffee has sucked all kinds of ass. if they had a comment card, i would write: “dear coffee chefs: when you pour hot coffee on ice, it causes the ice to melt very quickly. one shot of espresso will melt half a cup of ice in about the time it takes to pour the shot itself. therefore, it is necessary to start with a full cup of a ice, so as to have an “iced americano” when you’re through with the procedure. worried about not leaving enough room for the water your supposed to add to an americano? worry no more — when ice melts it turns into water! please inform your employees of this. i would like to avoid having another warm, watered down cup o’ nasty.”

liz phair concert this saturday. i’m looking forward to that. and pizza. but what will my weekend afternoons be without Julio’s enchiladas? a tear. bloop.

…. O(10^6) monte carlo runs
…. breakfast migas
…. new haircut
…. pig-sty apartment

this morning, i woke up to hear the sound of pouring rain. that is to say, i woke up to find that Mathematica had ceased functioning on my computer. oh the horror… this means i might actually have to work in my office for a change. (tear.) i think everything’s going to be alright, though. i was running an old pre-release of version 4, and this is a good opportunity for me to both support the company that hosted my favorite job ever as well as upgrade to a snazzier version of my favorite software package ever.

shocker: the campus computer store doesn’t have it.

evocam seems to kill my internyet connection. well, maybe it’s not evocam, but whenever i use, after about an hour, my internyet connection dies and i have to reset my airport. so, no webcam until i can sort that out.

everybody’s workin’ for the weekend.

i’ve had a pretty boring week. lots of work, both school-related and otherwise. i took a break on tuesday night to go to Trudy’s for some vanilla absolut & diet. shocker 2: we sat inside and it was too loud to hear anyone. so we moved the party over the Nasty’s, where vodka tonics catapulted me into the land of severely drunk. minor suffering was had wednesday morning. cure: leftover Julio’s enchiladas.

last night: same ol’. potential mundanity was saved by a trip to punk rock pizza.

new idea for domain name: conjugated.us (thanks tim).

…Transaction Approved.

the word on the street from mike munn: “Africa is really cool and difficult.” he sent me this postcard from Madagascar.

It’s been a while since I’ve worked in my office. It’s not so bad… we have a few windows, and an ice machine, and a double-sided printer. But like most buildings during the austin, texas summers, ACES has the A/C pumped up to almost frigid levels. Inevitably, after treking across campus in the 95 heat, once I walk into the building, the cold hits me, and there goes the nipples. My mind starts racing… “Why did I wear such a thin t-shirt?” “Have I taken up a breast-feeding habit without knowing it?” Sometimes I try to discretely warm the front of my chest via the folded arms, or the shoulder scratch, or a mad dash to the bathroom for a “i’m as happy as a little girl” nipple-rub session.

so i’ve decided to do something about this. no, i’m not going to start wearing a padded bra. instead, i’m just going to let my nips fly by the seat of their clamps.

whaddaya say everybody? let’s all celebrate Let Them Nip Out Day!

sweet relief: i got back in austin on saturday night. and what a joyful reunion it was. enchiladas at julio’s was a must, as was pizza at the parlor. need i mention vast quantities of beer? oh, and prince. the crown must have known i was back in town — they actually played “Dirty Mind”!

that’s what i call a special kind of awesome.

right. so back to life. back to relearning calculus. back to that pesky master’s report. back to the gym and my dreams of steel abs.

back to a life of possibilities.

still, the air in austin is sweltry… and i choke on it everytime. i think i’ll just find a comfy spot and wait it out.

so, i don’t think the uga peeps have the same appreciation for really bad cheese-ball 80s music, but i really wanted to dedicate a song to my new yet suddenly far flung friends. so i’ve chosen a special ballad by Skid Row. thanks for the moments…rye-eeet? cool.

Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
The wind would whisper and I’d think of you
And all the tears you cried, that called my name
And when you needed me I came through

Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
Washed away a dream of you
But nothing else could ever take you away
‘Cause you’ll always be my dream come true
Oh my darling, I love you