All Things Weekendy
Mar. 5th, 2005 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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fallenpegasusa Hippo Birdy Two Ewes and all that. He came over last night and shared halibut and wine with us. He stayed while I left to head out to a party that was being thrown by one of the people at my office, a birthday bash held at a local bar.
I stayed for maybe twenty minutes. The music was too loud (which of course means I'm too old) but when I can feel the silicone in my right ear crackling, dude, it's time to leave. Which was okay with me; I wandered about, feeling very out of place. I said hello to a couple of people I knew from the office and finally the birthday victim. He's both an uber-programmer and a hard rock guitarist with his own band, so the party was a weird intersection of geekdom and postgrunge. Lots of pretty eye candy, but I just stood there, watching, thinking, "How do I talk to any of these people?" and "What would I talk about, anyway?" I'm reminded of the Star Trek Briggs-Meyers test: "You go to a party and the conversation eventually turns around to the current mission. The party has just become (a) more interesting, (b) less interesting." For me, the answer is always "a". For one thing, it gives me something to talk about.
Anyway, I went home and went to bed.
Today, it's been housework. The girls forced me to run and get them doughnuts, so that's what we had for breakfast, and then I took the girls downstairs where we cleaned up the rec room and the TV center, and vacuumed the rug.
And, being a true geek, I now have my phone and my laptop talking to one another. I can now sync up my palm, my phone, and my email software with the same address book. Rock on.
fallenpegasusa Hippo Birdy Two Ewes and all that. He came over last night and shared halibut and wine with us. He stayed while I left to head out to a party that was being thrown by one of the people at my office, a birthday bash held at a local bar.I stayed for maybe twenty minutes. The music was too loud (which of course means I'm too old) but when I can feel the silicone in my right ear crackling, dude, it's time to leave. Which was okay with me; I wandered about, feeling very out of place. I said hello to a couple of people I knew from the office and finally the birthday victim. He's both an uber-programmer and a hard rock guitarist with his own band, so the party was a weird intersection of geekdom and postgrunge. Lots of pretty eye candy, but I just stood there, watching, thinking, "How do I talk to any of these people?" and "What would I talk about, anyway?" I'm reminded of the Star Trek Briggs-Meyers test: "You go to a party and the conversation eventually turns around to the current mission. The party has just become (a) more interesting, (b) less interesting." For me, the answer is always "a". For one thing, it gives me something to talk about.
Anyway, I went home and went to bed.
Today, it's been housework. The girls forced me to run and get them doughnuts, so that's what we had for breakfast, and then I took the girls downstairs where we cleaned up the rec room and the TV center, and vacuumed the rug.
And, being a true geek, I now have my phone and my laptop talking to one another. I can now sync up my palm, my phone, and my email software with the same address book. Rock on.
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Date: 2005-03-06 07:47 am (UTC)You also can't hear the one that really gets me: CRTs in televisions. That high-pitched whining drives me nuts all the way across a house. It's especially bad if it's muted, since there's no sound in other bands to distract me.
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Date: 2005-03-06 10:55 pm (UTC)BTW, according to a study done in 1986 ("Psycoacoustics of a chilling sound", more at http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a2_317b.html ), it's the low-frequency part of the chalkboard scrape that's annoying.
--Gon