Category: Conspirators

Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.

March 30, 2004 /

As I just wrote to Maria, Zomziepie is becoming a hotbed of activity. A hotbed!

March 29, 2004 /

Grr. I like the fact that I have an insanely cheap deal with Dreamhost, but apparently the site’s been really slow lately, and until about ten minutes ago it was completely dead. If it doesn’t stay up, my apologies. If it looks like the downtime is enough for me to consider switching hosts, you can check my LJ for updates. Bleagh.

I should thank Aleeezon for very kindly putting me up this weekend, post-bacchanal. Will’s wedding was nice. Nobody fell down. And now back to the sweet, simple work that is failing my classes.

March 26, 2004 /
  1. Tonight I’m going to Will’s bachelor party, and tomorrow I’m attending his wedding. Will is actually younger than me. (There are going to be girls at this bachelor party. I’m not sure it’s really going to count.)
  2. Do you see the cam? Hmm?
  3. I’m a hundred years old.

March 23, 2004 /

This is the second Spring Break Follow-Up Post, and it’s mostly to say that Spring Break Was GREAT! I wasn’t as good about keeping a personal travelogue this time as I was when I went to California, but fortunately I have a roommate and trip companion with a photographic memory. I’ll try to finish that up and patch the holes today or tomorrow.

Notable events that are true:

  • We did get caught in a blizzard, ditch the car, and walk five blocks with only a vague idea of where we were and an increasing chance of hypothermia. We lived, though. As did the car.
  • We did have every intention of seeing Kid Koala and other assorted DJs at a Real Club in New York City.
  • We did learn to appreciate the beauty of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
  • We (this time including Bee and Graham, Maria’s college crew, who are awesome) did stay up until four in the morning for no apparent reason, eventually acting pretty drunk without actually being drunk. This is what grownups do for fun, kids.
  • A cool thing about that night, though, was that Graham and I learned to communicate with gamma rays!
  • We did share our floor of the Days Inn (in Bodily Region) with the entire high-school Asian population of Pennsylvania.

Notable events that are not true:

  • I completely remembered to tell everyone at my job that I was leaving for a week on March 14th–long before, say, March 12th.
  • We did way more in Providence than mostly hanging out on the third floor of the mall.
  • I in no way embarrassed myself on the Dance Dance Revolution machine in the Brown Post Office. (You can take that as “I did play, but did look ridiculous,” or as “I did not play at all,” really. Your pick.)
  • We did actually see Kid Koala, because the show was not sold out.
  • We were extremely nice and careful with your car, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, and certainly never killed its battery with a cell-phone charger and had to get a recharge from the hotel man. Thank you very kindly for its use. Look! Over there! Behind you! You’re not looking!
  • I came home and, on our self-appointed Monday of Rest, did something more useful than get mad at Prince of Persia all day.

It was a great trip. I can’t say the past month and a half was the most traveling I’ve ever done, but man, it was a lot of traveling. Who knows, I might even grow a beard now!

March 8, 2004 /

“Night fell like Rome: slowly, and with elephants.”

Holly should write for the Bulwer-Lytton awards. (As for the quiz, let’s just say I am not “Nine well read” and leave it at that.)

February 3, 2004 /

“I don’t know how many of you have had uncontrollable hiccups with three holes in your stomach, but it sucks butt. It sucks the biggest butt.”

Stephen relates the harrowing Story of Stephen’s Appendix. I called and sang to him a couple times, which I firmly believe is the only reason he survived.

January 28, 2004 /

Hey, I show up in a Google News search! Thanks to those plays we did. I mentioned I was going to help out with some plays a while back, didn’t I? They went well. The audiences were small but nice. I only missed one sound cue in six performances, so I feel okay about that.

We debuted our little improv troupe, too, which also went fairly well. We did have to deal with a horrible performance space and karaoke downstairs (we asked them to, oh, turn it down a bit just from 2300 to 2400 hrs, and they agreed, and then turned it way the hell up), but we did well all the same. Our last show, this past Saturday, was probably our best yet. I was glad that was the one to which most of my friends came. I rode Greg the Terminator to Wal-Mart after drinking twelve tubs of movie butter, and Nicole and Richard were psychic. Evan was so emo it hurt (for that matter, Evan was so emo he got a LiveJournal but won’t tell me his name).

On a completely unrelated topic, I really, really need to draw comics again.