Dinner with Ethan
Had dinner with Dori again (2 month Dori-less spell followed by 2 dinners in almost as many days... it's a tangled web we weave when we weave for the web...) and this time Ethan came too. Which was a pleasant addition: three computer folks in a room, with a similar sense of humor. And similar priorities (we must be paid well, have fun, and...well... what else is there?) and so we sat and drank the bottle of wine that Mike Sugarbaker gave me, as Ethan cooked Rissoto and a Peppers/Onions thing and I made Onglet ax Echalotes (Skirt steak w/Shallots and a Deglacage) all three of which were rather friggin' good, I must say. We chatted about webshit, watched the fifth element, and generally hung out. Dori's new boots kick ASS. Of course, they make her a bajillion feet tall, but that's the point. It's the Mess With Me At Your Peril look. She's getting it down pretty well.
I need to go dancing sometime before the Millenium, for which I still have no plans.
My classes are really starting to be something of a drag. Given my druthers, I'd do this (live and write about it) full time, with some Perl coding for fun in my spare time. Unfortunately, we can't always get what we want, but if we try sometimes, we get paid pretty well and just have really busy lives.
There are rumors that people who aren't me are actually hitting this web page. I'd love to hear about it. You can just email me (use the link at the bottom) or fill in the form. Either way.
Thought of the day: How many angels can dance on the head of an NT box? None: it's devilspawned. Now go read this page: http://www.microsoft.com/ntserver/nts/news/msnw/LinuxMyths.asp
And from the WAY too much free time department: 50 inches of power at $20,000, you might be better offbuying... say... anything else. What a bargain for nobody.
Ok, and now, while writing this thing, I'm sitting on AOL Instant Message, and some random guy pops in and says "your Ex is really cute. Don't mean to rub that in." I know that she's cute. I dated her, remember? Jeez. She's also funny, vivacious and a hell of a lot of fun. And I miss her like hell. What of it? It's like a great big gaping hole opened in my heart when I decided that I couldn't talk to her for awhile. Now I'd like nothing more than to talk to her again, but I don't think she'd want to hear from me. As one person I know recently said, "After all, loving somebody feels a whole lot better than being angry with them." I know. I tried both.
In other news, MiSuba mentioned me on his site. As did Ethan. Both indicated that I'm something of a preachin' fool around here, or a miserable idiot, or something. Go visit their sites. URLs available.
Also: I seem to have not pissed off Betsy.
The number of Elizabeths in my life tends towards the mind bogglingly silly. First or Middle name, either way. They're everywhere.
Dreamweaver Rocks, by the way.
Please note: if you find yourself on these pages and want yourself taken off, use the email link at the bottom of the page.
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Posted by Swerdloff at October 11, 1999 03:51 PM
