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September 4th, 2009

Einen Berliner der Freude

I had forgotten the experience of having an IM client (or 6 actually) logged in all the time. People send you strange random IMs. I used to get so many when I was using ICQ a lot in 2001, but most of those were actually interesting people who I ultimately kept track of. Now it's just random Omegle-type conversations:


Session Start (floyd_mephit:bulboussalmon): Tue Sep 01 22:23:34 2009 -0400
[22:23] bulboussalmon: Once upon a time there was a guy who was the kind of guy who did things like specifically he once ate a round thing made of dough not a donut a different thing a muffin and it tasted good and he shouted something that expressed happiness.

[09:51] F Mephit: and they lived happily ever after
Session Close (bulboussalmon): Wed Sep 02 09:53:07 2009 -0400


Session Start (floyd_mephit:bulboussalmon): Wed Sep 02 23:20:16 2009 -0400
[23:20] bulboussalmon: what?

[09:13] F Mephit: that's what I was going to say to you actually
Session Close (bulboussalmon): Thu Sep 03 09:14:11 2009 -0400


Session Start (floyd_mephit:bulboussalmon): Thu Sep 03 23:16:24 2009 -0400
[23:16] bulboussalmon: (away) classes = danglesesh
[00:08] bulboussalmon: excuse me?

[09:54] F Mephit: You IMed me with: "Once upon a time there was a guy who was the kind of guy who did things like specifically he once ate a round thing made of dough not a donut a different thing a muffin and it tasted good and he shouted something that expressed happiness." I finished the story for you.

[09:54] F Mephit: Or maybe you don't think they should live happily ever after. Maybe you think that after he expressed happiness, he came to a realization that this moment, this ecstatic shudder which he released through himself as if it were truly him that released it, polarized him as a waveguide and he knew then that he would never experience happiness again, in any form. The gasp was a last gasp, leaving a husk behind it as what could only be described as joy left him towards the sky, up and out, to fuse with the clouds and one day bring rain.

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cast the die

I just got back from getting my bike back from the tow company. Much thanks to Cougar for letting me stow it there until I can put it in public storage, or sell it on eBay or maybe just keep it strapped in the back of my truck..

As it turns out my landlord had been calling the tow company for weeks trying to get my bike towed away, but only after threatening the tow company with canceling their contract got them to come by to get it. All this time he did it without just asking me to move the bike, which he knew was mine from the rental agreement. I drove down to Laurel and hammered together my old bike trailer, and found the bike had a dead battery, and so couldn't ride it onto the trailer. Luckily a couple of tow employees helped me push it on and strap it down. I paid $550 for the week it spent there, which was actually way less than I thought it'd be. But I missed most of a day's work and probably screwed this weekend for it.

I'm going to see about probably having the bike detailed and then sell it as fast as I can. I don't like riding this bike here and don't want to spend money insuring and soforth for two vehicles. And I am going to fuck my landlord up, really badly. I don't know how and when I do I won't say, but this doesn't end here.