June 18th, 2004

wombat

School's out

Well, for a week, anyway. The reading class wound up tonight, and while I still owe the instructor one journaling essay and my Special Project, I'm pretty sure she's not going to fail me in spite of the fact that she called the head of the program to whine about my lateness and my missing a couple of classes. You know, I'm paying for the damn class, you'd think it'd be my problem and mine alone that I'm missing some of the sessions I paid for, but nooooo...well, anyway, apparently I'm not the only one who had a case of the ass about her, since about half a dozen of us got together at O'Gara's (my first time, after being in this town for 20+ years, can you believe it?) for some brewskies and commiseration. I limited myself to one Guinness, draft. It's a long drive home from Selby & Snelling, after all. Got home at 11:30, checked e-mail, looked at what my friends had posted on LJ, and chatted a bit with an old droog back east before tending to this nonsense.

O'Gara's was actually the second Irish bar of the day for me. Kathy Haselton of Infobank was in town from Salt Lake City and so we got together with...ah, none of you people know these folks anyway, so I'll just cut to the chase. We had lunch at Kieran's Irish Pub downtown, a joint that would make most of my Irish ancestors & relatives rub their eyes in confusion since the menu is polluted with such terms as "aioli", "balsamic/honey tartar sauce", "basil mayo" "white wine dilled cream cheese" and other culinary perversions not normally found in an establishment where Irishmen go to get sloshed. At least the corned beef sandwich didn't have some haute cuisine crap afflicting it, though it was served on some sort of nine-grain rye bread, and was downright tasty, if a tad soggy on the bottom. No beer there - Wells doesn't like the troops to indulge during working hours.

Speaking of which, I'm supposed to brief New Guy Alex in on the month-end balancing procedure tomorrow so he can struggle with it next week while I look on in an avuncular way. That's assuming Bank Accounting allows me to pry him loose from their none-too-idle hands, of course. Got to drive in tomorrow so I can pick up the XXL cookies for the volunteer party, the pocky, and maybe some ramune before settling in at home for a quiet evening of laundry and room cleaning. We'll see how those plans work out.

Meanwhile, on the dimly lit hangar deck of the TDSS Ronald Reagan, Reiko Honjou takes a black paintstick and begins to cover the tail numbers on her Starfighter. When she is done obliterating the eight-digit number that identifies it, she turns off the black paintstick and turns on a white one. Carefully laying the stencils down on the fighter's matte black skin, she paints in the three numbers that will become her fighter's number. In careful Romanji, she paints the same number three times before turning off the paintstick and wiping down the stencils.

The next morning, her crew chief sees the new number and crosses himself nervously before he goes to report Honjou's change to the maintenance chief. Word percolates up the chain of command until it reaches Major Lucas, who finally goes to General Wayland. Wayland laughs until he cries, and looks at Lucas, shaking his head and wiping his eyes. Closing them, he quotes from a book he hasn't read in years.

"'Let him who hath understanding reckon the Number of the Beast. For it is a human number...That number is six hundred and sixty-six.' If it makes her happy, Major, I'd say leave it be - and find someone less superstitious to be her crew chief."
wombat

This light rail thing might work out after all

Took a look at the Metro Transit website, where they have a summary of the changes that'll take place once the Hiawatha Line opens. One of those changes is the new Route 27 bus line, which among other things goes right by St, Mary's downtown campus while shuttling between downtowan and several stops on the rail line. This will allow me to motor on over to the Sprawl of America, park the Kia, and take the train downtown to work, after which I can take the bus to school, then to the train and home via the MOA parking lots. Of course, there'll be another bus at the Mall end of it for a while, since the rail doesn't extend all the way to the Mall until December, but that's all right.

Sufficiently bored this afternoon at work that I downloaded and installed an LJ client, which I'll be using only after 1730 hours so as to avoid getting crunched by management. I am now 42 days short and would prefer not to get whacked for a blatant violation of the corporate IS policy as it has been interpreted for my benefit. Aside from that, I wandered out of the office a fair bit, picking up the XXXL Chocolate Chip Cookies from the Cookie Corner (adding to my waistline since 1989!) for the party tomorrow and posting an Arcana flyer at the Dunn Brothers' coffee shop in 6 Quebec.
wombat

Sleep...

I'm surprised we made it home from the Culver's. Melody and I were both really tired on account of burning ye candles at both ends all week, and I'm just making this short entry to remind people about the Volunteer Party tomorrow at 3 PM in the Bloomington Sheraton. First-floor cabana suite, room number TBA, see you there.

Plus there's a new post by chibitoaster, who hasn't graced the Friends page in far too long. Yay!

*falls over from lack of sleep*
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