The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

I haven't the faintest idea how to write what my objectives are into a brief sentance to stick on the top of my resume.

I also haven't the faintest idea what "fermtoon" means, although I suspect it's something along the lines of folk song. Or possibly "farm town." I don't know.

Also "quines" in a context that is clearly not "sets of instructions which reproduce themselves when carried out" or "self-printing computer programs."

Aha! A Scottish Theatre Company has provided one of the answer. A quine is a woman. Which makes those other two definitions really, really disturbing.

Goal for the day: To use 'muckle' in a conversation with a coworker.

Any inquires in regards to posession of my soul should be henceforth be directed to the Battlefield Band.

LeGuin dishes it out. Hard.

God but I love that woman. I can't find my Earthsea books, which means I must go in search of new copies. In bookstores, so I can see them in person first and make sure that they don't have horrid "AS SEEN ON TV!" blurbs on the front, or photos from the miniseries. I hate that.

Bite me. I installed SP2, and now the only way I can access any damn thing on the internet is through AOL, and that doesn't even work right. I can't run Windows Update, to see if there's a patch to fix this, and I can't google around to find a potential solution.

Why haven't I bought a Powerbook yet, again?

Erik called Verizon up today to figure out how to work our voicemail, since we've never figured that out. Might be useful, huh?

Apparently, the tech he was talking to mentioned in an offhand fashion that DSL was available in our area now.

I suspect that this is something similar to the Adelphia flyers urging me to "Sign up for HIGH-SPEED Internet today!!111one" I'm getting about three of those a week, the evil taunting bastards. Still, if we can get DSL now....

*whistles happily*