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"I want a cinderblock world."
-- Lloyd
Tonight, sometime after 11pm, Lloyd and Richard![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reality_calls showed up at my door -- the former was wearing his bright red CCCP shirt and a crocheted hat with long dangling flaps (and a swimming cap underneath!), and the former was... well, Richard-B-from-Tallahassee in all of his RBfT glory. And we went to Village Inn, and proceded to drink coffee and eat a veggieburger and discuss life and set theory and religion and dreams and Plato (and how he relates to OOP -- "basically, the idea realm is where you keep all of your .class files...") and Jung and mythology and AI and people we know and beautiful absurdities and new people we've met and ... stuff. I'm super-fortunate to have friends like this. Life is beautiful.
In the late afternoon, I ran in the forest, and then came back and jogged around the block with my favourite dachshund. Some folks say that Bitsy is a terrific athlete.
Tomorrow morning (which is to say, in just a few hours), I'm headed over to FSU for the surplus auctions, in which I'm going to try to cheaply snag an older iMac. This will be my email-and-aim box (and I'm going to learn to write Objective-C for GNUStep and Cocoa, if I'm feeling frisky), and it will be, in an intentionally poetic juxtaposition, hooked up via KVM to my vintage-1984 IBM keyboard. Assuming nobody tries to step to me and pay more than I'm willing to pay for an older iMac, that is.
... and that, in large part, is the story of today. Thank you, and good night.
-- Lloyd
Tonight, sometime after 11pm, Lloyd and Richard
reality_calls showed up at my door -- the former was wearing his bright red CCCP shirt and a crocheted hat with long dangling flaps (and a swimming cap underneath!), and the former was... well, Richard-B-from-Tallahassee in all of his RBfT glory. And we went to Village Inn, and proceded to drink coffee and eat a veggieburger and discuss life and set theory and religion and dreams and Plato (and how he relates to OOP -- "basically, the idea realm is where you keep all of your .class files...") and Jung and mythology and AI and people we know and beautiful absurdities and new people we've met and ... stuff. I'm super-fortunate to have friends like this. Life is beautiful.In the late afternoon, I ran in the forest, and then came back and jogged around the block with my favourite dachshund. Some folks say that Bitsy is a terrific athlete.
Tomorrow morning (which is to say, in just a few hours), I'm headed over to FSU for the surplus auctions, in which I'm going to try to cheaply snag an older iMac. This will be my email-and-aim box (and I'm going to learn to write Objective-C for GNUStep and Cocoa, if I'm feeling frisky), and it will be, in an intentionally poetic juxtaposition, hooked up via KVM to my vintage-1984 IBM keyboard. Assuming nobody tries to step to me and pay more than I'm willing to pay for an older iMac, that is.
... and that, in large part, is the story of today. Thank you, and good night.
