Today (yesterday, to be technical) was my birthday. I have the same birthday as another guy in the REU named Jimit. I slept in until around 12:30, then woke up to do not much of anything. My one goal for the day was to come up with a title for the blog, which I did: the CYBER DERELICT. We'll see if it sticks. I like it for several reasons. For one, derelict can mean bum, and if I don't shave for a while I can start to look like one. As an adjective, derelict is synonymous with negligent, as I may prove to be with this blog, or abandoned, which the blog may become. We shall see ...
The highlight of the day was when Jimit came over and we started throwing tennis balls as hard as possible at an empty 2-liter of Dr. Thunder. Every time we hit the target, you could hear hysterical laughter and clanging dishes from the rebounding ball, soon followed by another BAM and more laughter. Our neighbors were probably wondering what was going on in there. Great fun.
We then enjoyed a delicious veggie pizza from the Mellow Mushroom, another one of those "hippie vegetarian" (not really) joints. The Sierra Nevada brown ale nicely complimented the dish. Also, our friend Laura was nice enough to bake us a homemade chocolate cake, accompanied by Blue Bell homemade vanilla ice cream. That was very thoughtful.
Birthday no. 22 is not really that exciting. Number 21 kind of steals all the glory. Now I'm another year older, and the same thing is going to happen again next year. And the year after that. And the year after that ...
The highlight of the day was when Jimit came over and we started throwing tennis balls as hard as possible at an empty 2-liter of Dr. Thunder. Every time we hit the target, you could hear hysterical laughter and clanging dishes from the rebounding ball, soon followed by another BAM and more laughter. Our neighbors were probably wondering what was going on in there. Great fun.
We then enjoyed a delicious veggie pizza from the Mellow Mushroom, another one of those "hippie vegetarian" (not really) joints. The Sierra Nevada brown ale nicely complimented the dish. Also, our friend Laura was nice enough to bake us a homemade chocolate cake, accompanied by Blue Bell homemade vanilla ice cream. That was very thoughtful.
Birthday no. 22 is not really that exciting. Number 21 kind of steals all the glory. Now I'm another year older, and the same thing is going to happen again next year. And the year after that. And the year after that ...
2 comments:
Suppose I am the first to comment on your board. Well, Linux is working very well for me, and I am quite taken with it. So, got any Linux sermons you want to try out on your friends before converting the masses?
Happy Birthday brother. Sorry I couldn't be there.
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