Title: DC or bust
Music du jour: Indigo Girls, Come On Now Social
I have converted Cynthia to bobofett-dom and Dana worship. Yes, indeed. Muahahahahahhahaa!!! My evil scheme is proceeding just as planned. You will be assimilated.
We're on our way to consume HTF in Boulder. I skipped breakfast like a good little geek and I'm ravenous. (Yes, Cynthia, I'll stop that; I know it's a bad habit.) HTF is good for the soul, you know. Ian will undoubtedly get sushi; he claims it helps him think. I am going to be ostracized by the geek community at large for this, but I don't like sushi. I had it once and that was enough. It's nasty. Sorry, Saundo and Moni. Pad Thai for this girl.
Guess what I get to do next week? That's right, boys and girls; it's vendor training time again! My division of Spumco got a load of dosh thrown into its training budget at the beginning of the year, so my manager is trying to push the BOFHen through classes quickly, before it all goes away again. Grumpy Bastard is going to class the first of March, probably in Englewood (south Denver). Screw that. If I'm going to training, it's going to be away from here, preferably some place cool that I can fly to and that has good food. Washington, DC, fits all these requirements. Hell YES. Amy and I are going to terrorize the town while I'm there. It is going to rule, as Nancy would say, most profusely. So I'll go on a junket at the company expense, stay somewhere I don't have to clean up after myself, eat food I don't have to pay for, and get trinkets given to me by SGI. I love getting paid for playing with Unix, even if it is Irix, and is therefore, as Vanyel says, evil and sick. Ugh... that sentence was really bad. I better quit while I'm ahead.
Oh, the best part of all about this trip? No lusers. Yeah.
-- marcie.