Shorthand for Nothing

As I indicated previously, my laptop, OK Computer, has passed on to the next life. It served me well despite having something of a rough life, with its cluttered files and general beat-up state. The keyboard was broken, and the CD tray. Various other features were out of comission or defective. Still it persevered, lovingly serving me with data and utility throughout the years. We may never know why OK Computer perished. Perhaps it was simply time. Complaining it had been awake too long, I let it go to sleep. It never woke up again.

But there is hope. Though it is yet to live again, the shell of OK Computer will be given new life as Crushd Tin Box. Though its hardware remains in a grim state its software will be new, fresh, and crisp. There is a lifetime of service ahead for Crushd Tin Box. And what’s more, OK Computer’s memory will live on in a friendly remote server, able to offer its sage wisdom to its successor. Crushd Tin Box does not yet walk this earth, but do not mourn overmuch for the loss of OK Computer. It will not be in vain.

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I am late in posting this! This Friday was HelloSilo‘s latest apocalyptic meeting: Wing Attack Plan R. Under normal circumstances, I would say it was a success, but in nuclear war, nobody wins. The only way to win is not to play. But we bombed the hell out of the Russians with only acceptable casualties, and they will no longer be able to sap and impurify our precious bodily fluids.

Highlights of the evening include talking to someone who hasn’t really talked to me since she got a boyfriend. I offered to provide her with some information via IM, but I don’t recall what that is. I can only hope this intelligence is not vital in the dark days ahead. The inestimable Seth Woodworth’s torso became like unto a living pensive caterpillar–our success over the Russians was, alas, too late to save him. Tim Hwang did his country proud by joining the boy scouts. Plans were hashed out with Michael Wolfe, who is the new black. Mistakes were made. And I have many, many photos of Matt Blake asleep on an arm chair. HI MATT BLAKE.

Good night, and God bless America.

UPDATE: “Many, many” is apparently exactly equal to three. Now accepting bids.

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Everything in the last post was a lie.

Moving on! April Fool’s day, such as it was, was kind of a let-down as an April Fool’s day. No clever pranks happened. I was not much nourished by Google’s yearly joke, vaguely amused at Whole Foods’ website, and didn’t really pay a lot of attention otherwise. I’m not going to say I particularly enjoy it–my poor attempts at humor are mostly because I feel it’s sort of obligatory, and because I’m a person who likes to violate Gricean maxims and play with people’s expectations. I like it when it’s clever.

However, I unexpectedly had dinner with Ellen, who is evidently in town. It was a nice time. And, despite this past week having been rather unpleasant by most measures, I’m looking forward to several coming events. In many ways it’s comforting to live in a world where April Fool’s just isn’t a big deal.

Apologies to Michael Wolfe, who is in the future and probably read my atrocities on April 2nd, because of time travel.

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