September 16, 2000

Got Any Good Cures?

So I drag my sorry butt out of bed this morning at the obscene-for-Saturday hour of 9:00. Hair appointment. My head is pounding. I want to crawl back into bed and wait for someone to volunteer to baby me.

Calvin and I went to our friends' house for dinner. It was one of those evenings where we never ran out of things to talk about. Coincidentally, we never ran out of stuff to drink, either. The steaks were excellent, the baked potatoes were fluffy, the wine went great with both. The couch was comfy, the music was pleasently eclectic, the conversation flowed, and so did the beer.

I was sitting on the couch talking and listening and laughing, and paying no attention whatsoever to my rate of alcoholic consumption. It was my bladder that caught onto it first. I stood up to go to the bathroom. I sat back down again, abruptly.

Uh oh.

Calvin looked at me funny, and asked if I was okay. "Uh, sure, just gotta go!" I slurred. I weaved my way to the bathroom, hung out in there for the necessary time allotment, weaved my way back to the living room, and sat on the couch. Blinking rapidly. "Cut me off," I instructed to no one in particular. They laughed at me. ~huff~

Actually, I was okay, I just had a really hard time keeping my eyes open. Well, it was also 1:30 in the morning, so I had an additional excuse. We said our goodbyes at about 2:00 a.m. Stupid alcohol consumption aside, I really love evenings like that. There's nothing I like better than conversation with like-minded folks. People you have a lot in common with, but enough stuff you *don't* have in common with to make the conversation interesting. These particular friends of ours are very interesting. They have a web development company and have had interaction with all sorts of interesting characters. They own iguanas. They listen to music from bands we've never heard of. Their culinary skills are exceptional.

What Calvin and I appreciate the most about them, though, is the relationship they have with each other. They just *fit*. They've been together for 10 years and still behave like the honeymoon's never going to end. They are each other's best friends. Plain and simple, they're just pleasant to be around. Calming, even.

What Calvin and I appreciated the most about hanging out with them *last night* was the opportunity to get out of the hellhole that is our house and spend time in a clean, neat, quiet, construction-free abode. We thanked them over and over and over again for rescuing us. The thought of another evening spent in the less-than-relaxing atmosphere of our own home was intolerable to the point of desperation for Calvin and I last night. Our friends' well-timed invitation relieved us immensely. As they knew it would. It's nice to have friends like that.

And on a technical note...

I registered my domain and signed up for a web hosting plan today, so within the next 24 hours ~Snerkology~ will be officially official. Which means nothing to *you* reading this right now, because obviously it will have/has already happened for you.

"Leeet's do the tiiime warp agaaain!" Sing with me, now.

It's getting confusing thinking of time in this journal in terms of pre-live and post-live, because in an effort to build a bit of content before I "go live", I've been typing up a few entries so I'll have something to post when I am up and running. Did that make any kind of sense? So I've been forming entries in the tense that it's already happened, when in fact as of this moment it's *in the process* of happening. It's a strange, nebulous, metamorphical state.

On a similar-yet-different note, this site is fully constructed using Notepad and good ol' HTML. Actually, HTML is something I've only just learned in the last week (an AcronymCo funded "Web Developer's Bootcamp" which lasted a week), so its rather simple design and layout is a direct result of my inexperience. And, because it *is* in Notepad, no spell-check, no grammar check, no nuthin'. So I'll probably come across as looking like an imbicil, when in fact I'm only mildly moronic.

AcronymCo was also kind enough to supply me with the laptop I'm authoring this on. As a matter of fact, at this very moment in time I'm comfortably reclined in bed with Calvin snoozing next to me, peck peck pecking away. ThinkPad T-20, 700mhz, with a DVD player. That last bit tickles the hell outta me. The first night I got it, Calvin and I watched DVD movies in bed. Of course. Hey, we can be plebian *sometimes*, right? Heh.

So, things are progressing along nicely. Too nicely, in fact. I'm wanting to futz with this site rather than work on the Final and presentation on Greece that's due in two weeks, for my Humanities class. Okay, I've managed to guilt-trip myself. I'm going, I'm going, but if anybody knows where I can get a recording (preferably CD) of authentic Ancient Greek music, would ya let me know?

Where do you want to go?

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