Title: Strawberries dipped in chocolate
Music du jour: The History Channel
I need a good webcam program for Mac OS 9. Any suggestions? I'm using Oculus right now, or trying to, but it's being a little bitch and froze up on me. Tip of the day: Alt-Apple-Esc will kill an application graveyard dead. It's the Mac equivalent of the three finger salute, or, more accurately, kill -9. These little helpful tidbits are the reason I hang around on EN. In the last ten minutes the conversation has gone from Mac ROM calls to what wine one should serve with pasta. We're a cultured bunch, doncha know.
Sex, Of Course:
Well, it looks like an interesting weekend. (Disclaimer to my parents and others easily offended: I am so not responsible for what my roommates do. Keep this in mind.) Bill is bringing over a girl for he and his girlfriend to play with. Katt is bisexual, if you have to label her, and she and Bill both like to, erm, play around. It's a classically romantic boy-meets-girl story: they met on an BDSM IRC channel, he looking for a sex toy, she looking for a boy to play with. They usually spend weekend either here or down at her place having massive amounts of really noisy sex. Since I was in the band in high school (read: lots of long, dark, sweaty bus trips) and later on lived in the dorms in college (no explanation needed), I merely go placidly amid the noise and haste like a seasoned Zen philosopher.
All right, there's a point to this story: The nymphos are putting together a harem. Oh yes, they are. Bill's been spamming the AOL personals looking for love slaves, because he's the MASTER and Katt is his first girl. Oh yes, he is. The whole thing is rather... surreal. This girl they found is a supple young thing of 18, and I must admit, she is lovely. Bill has promised me I can watch. I'm scared and I must run away.
I'm not sure whether to avoid the house or not on Saturday, since that's when the orgy is supposed to occur. Everyone is going to come over and Bill is going to cook us chicken and pasta, and then, I suppose, the harem is going to retire to the back bedroom and do whatever it is they're going to do. I suspect it will involve ropes, whips and chains, to say the least. If I hear power tools, I'm calling the cops.
See, my life is a cartoon. Or a sitcom, I haven't figured out which. Ya know, I just live my life like anyone else... I wake up, I go to work, I come home, I go to sleep... and I have orgies occurring all around me.
That rules.
Girls And Their Toys:
I have got to stop spending my hard-earned dosh on gadgets, but I just couldn't help it. I picked up a Diamond Rio 500 yesterday (64MB). I can just squeeze Crystal Method's Vegas on there with a couple of megs to spare. Yes, I know what I'll be listening to in the server room tomorrow. The point behind all this, you see, is I'm plotting how to pack lightly for my trip to Moni's graduation party in June. Last time I flew, I had Ian's roll-on suitcase and my backpack on carry-on, and it was a pain in my ass. This time I'm going to take my itty-bitty laptop bag with the pockets on the outside, so I don't want to take a shitload of CD's with me. Hence, the Rio. The plan is this: stick a gig or so of mp3's on the Speak & Spell, one CD on the Rio and get on the plane with very little baggage. If I want to switch CD's, I download them from the laptop to the Rio. It's a little inconvenient, but it's a sight better than digging CD's out from between airplane seats, I can tell you. Also, I ordered a CD of 250 classic books on CD, formatted for the Palm, which finally arrived the other day. So I'll be taking along a load of books to read as well. The plane trip between Denver and San Francisco is probably not long enough for me to get through all the entertainment I will be bringing with me. And in such a very small package. I'm so proud.
It's all part of my master plan, man. I'm telling you.
By the way, congratulations to Monika on getting her doctorate officially done. Effective today, we can all call her Doctor. :)
-- marcie.