I killed my old desktop (literally -- it's DEAD), so no friends on AIM to talk to. (Which is good, otherwise I never would have gotten all my work done this week... or at least those parts I got done). My phone died this morning -- I think the battery doesn't work anymore. And I live in a studio apartment, so it's not like I have a roommate to talk to...
So thank god/diety-of-choice for Anandtech!
Tonight got a bit weird, and I just have to tell SOMEONE! So hi someone.
The local movie theater (good thing about a college town!) shows discounted old movies every Friday and Saturday night at midnight. I missed Batman (the 1989 one, with Nicholson) last week, but got a call at the last minute to go with a friend to see Blazing Saddles tonight -- fairly humorous, I might add.
So I went, buy two tickets, and wait for her to show up... and she does and tells me she has to buy another ticket for a friend. It's 11:55, the line is long... so I got to go in and grab us seats. Freebies are given out, lights are brought down ten minutes later... and I'm getting REALLY pitying looks 'cause I'm all alone. Damn. Gonna kill my sidekick... (my lab partner for three years, yeah, she's my sidekick).
So credits role, and I happen to see my friends walk in -- I stand up like an idiot and wave for them to join me. So I'm suddenly with TWO girls. Ha to all those who thought I have no friends. I have ONE! And she brought ANOTHER! (Okay, not literally true, but I'm tired, gimme a break).
Movie plays -- funny movie, did I mention that before?
About 3/4 of the way through the movie, I feel something hit my left shoulder -- which is odd because there's no one to that side of me for about five or six seats, and she was much more interested in the guy next to her -- Come on, it's Mel Brooks!
I think at first it's a piece of popcorn... then notice something whiteish and slightly damn to the touch on the arm of the chair right next to me... so I'm thinking spit ball, and who's the jerk I'm gonna have to explain politeness to... And then I pick up a small flower.
Someone threw a flower at me.
NO idea who. No idea why. Looked around, couldn't really see anything in a darkened theater anyway... but... throwing a flower? It was sweet, even if I am a guy and I think I'm the one who's supposed to be buying flowers (a bit old fashioned, I'll fess up). Mind you, it could have been aimed at the two girls to my right, but... that would be REALLY bad aim.
So the lights come on at the end of the film, and I'm still playing with this flower. And I'm looking around, looking around... and this cute girl two rows back makes eye contact, smiles.
Great, right?
I smile back... and she immediately turns away.
What the heck was I supposed to do???? No idea if she's connected to the flower, but come on! Any woman want to jump in on this and explain? She was with four friends... two couples, obvious by body language. A fifth wheel... I was ignoring the girls I was with blatantly... and she turns away when I smile back at her. I didn't smile enough to show my fangs! ;-)
Then I get home, and try to fix my phone (flower's on top of my monitor, of course). I needed to get a cover off, so I needed something with leverage... grab the first thing with a narrow tip I find, and try to pop the cover off...
And in the process cut the tips of two fingers on the scissor blade I exposed.
So my primary hand (VERY primary) now has bandaids on the middle and ring fingers -- let me tell you, typing's interesting (of course I have most of a ten page paper to write tonight, how did you guess???).
And then I came on and write this. I just feel vaguely weirded.
We apologize for the interruption, and now return you to your regularly scheduled threads.
So thank god/diety-of-choice for Anandtech!
Tonight got a bit weird, and I just have to tell SOMEONE! So hi someone.
The local movie theater (good thing about a college town!) shows discounted old movies every Friday and Saturday night at midnight. I missed Batman (the 1989 one, with Nicholson) last week, but got a call at the last minute to go with a friend to see Blazing Saddles tonight -- fairly humorous, I might add.
So I went, buy two tickets, and wait for her to show up... and she does and tells me she has to buy another ticket for a friend. It's 11:55, the line is long... so I got to go in and grab us seats. Freebies are given out, lights are brought down ten minutes later... and I'm getting REALLY pitying looks 'cause I'm all alone. Damn. Gonna kill my sidekick... (my lab partner for three years, yeah, she's my sidekick).
So credits role, and I happen to see my friends walk in -- I stand up like an idiot and wave for them to join me. So I'm suddenly with TWO girls. Ha to all those who thought I have no friends. I have ONE! And she brought ANOTHER! (Okay, not literally true, but I'm tired, gimme a break).
Movie plays -- funny movie, did I mention that before?
About 3/4 of the way through the movie, I feel something hit my left shoulder -- which is odd because there's no one to that side of me for about five or six seats, and she was much more interested in the guy next to her -- Come on, it's Mel Brooks!
I think at first it's a piece of popcorn... then notice something whiteish and slightly damn to the touch on the arm of the chair right next to me... so I'm thinking spit ball, and who's the jerk I'm gonna have to explain politeness to... And then I pick up a small flower.
Someone threw a flower at me.
NO idea who. No idea why. Looked around, couldn't really see anything in a darkened theater anyway... but... throwing a flower? It was sweet, even if I am a guy and I think I'm the one who's supposed to be buying flowers (a bit old fashioned, I'll fess up). Mind you, it could have been aimed at the two girls to my right, but... that would be REALLY bad aim.
So the lights come on at the end of the film, and I'm still playing with this flower. And I'm looking around, looking around... and this cute girl two rows back makes eye contact, smiles.
Great, right?
I smile back... and she immediately turns away.
What the heck was I supposed to do???? No idea if she's connected to the flower, but come on! Any woman want to jump in on this and explain? She was with four friends... two couples, obvious by body language. A fifth wheel... I was ignoring the girls I was with blatantly... and she turns away when I smile back at her. I didn't smile enough to show my fangs! ;-)
Then I get home, and try to fix my phone (flower's on top of my monitor, of course). I needed to get a cover off, so I needed something with leverage... grab the first thing with a narrow tip I find, and try to pop the cover off...
And in the process cut the tips of two fingers on the scissor blade I exposed.
So my primary hand (VERY primary) now has bandaids on the middle and ring fingers -- let me tell you, typing's interesting (of course I have most of a ten page paper to write tonight, how did you guess???).
And then I came on and write this. I just feel vaguely weirded.
We apologize for the interruption, and now return you to your regularly scheduled threads.
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