The Weekend

I had a really productive four-day weekend.

Evil OS installed on computer: check

Installed Mandrake linux on computer: check

New computer working with decent video modes, linux and windows: check

Motorcycle fixed: check

Saw out-of-town friends: check

Saw Rachel: check

Changed oil in car: check

Assembled desk and installed it in new location: check

Cleaned apt: half-check (partial vacuuming and full rearranging)

Laundry: check

Dry cleaning: nope, they were closed

Secured ungodly quantity of fresh fruit and dessert: check, plus I made Sangria

Released MUDLib version 0.009: check

Computer prepped for WarCraft III later this week: check

And probably other things I'm forgetting. This weekend rocked as far as getting stuff done. I even finished Barry Hughart's "Eight Skilled Gentlemen".

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I don't keep up with my siblings much. Hell, I don't keep up with anybody much, most months.

But here are lyrics written by one of my brothers, reposted from the journal of another of them. I guess that just leaves Tim out.

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Does it hurt, tell me, does it hurt?
Finding out you're not your fuckin name brand shirt?
Does it hurt, tell me does it give you pain,
Finding out you're nobody you don't even have a name?

-Flash, on Humanity