Holy fsck! Now I come home again, and my.... errrr, should I say.. ahem, some strange character whose handle happens to be a name out of Wheel of Time, has been mod'ed up to 5! Yes! My lifelong goal has now been reached, and I can die in peace. lol.

Okkkaaay.. Now we all know how productive somebody was at the office today. But hey, gimme a break. With coworkers dropping away and taking off in every direction like flies this week, what's a bored little cube dweller to do? Waiting for the build to compile. Yeah, that was it. Definitely.

It's getting later than it should be, and I really should sleep, but... nah. This'll teach me to drink that evil caffeine with my supper at 1800, and then some more after 2000 at night. Must... conserve... caffeine... tolerance... for... theoretical... upcoming... fest. Fest! Now there's an inspiring word!

After getting off work today, Bitscape immediately proceeded directly to the location where one customarily goes to sever the thousands of fibers which protrude from the human head, all in some vain attempt to improve perceived appearance and/or to ease comfort and lower day-to-day maintenance. The wait at said facility was an entire hour, so Bitscape elected to wander off and pursue other activities, and return at roughly the time when his turn would arrive.

A brief stop and a romp around Barnes and Noble, and Bitscape emerged with the latest issue of Linux Magazine, which appeared to have several articles of interest. Bitscape then maneuvered Tobias into the nearst McDonalds drivethru, where he munched on McNuggets and fries in the parking lot while reading his mag.

Mmmm, Perfect Circle. Ahem.

After the nutritious substances had been fully ingested, it was nearly time for the appointment. Back around the block.

Only minute or so of waiting, and Bitscape's name was called. Not bad timing.

Unlike the majority of hair people I have previously dealt with, this one made absolutely zero attempt to engage in petty small talk during the procedure. Strangely, I found this quite refreshing. It's like... Are we not all perfectly capable of discerning the current weather patterns? We are all pretty much aware (or not aware, as the case may be) of current events. And what does it matter what my occupation is? You know that whatever is said is going to be forgotten... have no meaning five minutes later, so why bother? Are we, as human beings, that desperate to avoid a few moments of silence in each other's presence, that we feel compelled to make up "nothing topics" for no other reason than to keep the vibrations moving through the air?

Ahem. Ok, I didn't mean for that to turn into a rant. And I really have nothing against people who yammer purposelessly. $DEITY knows, I do it myself sometimes. I just thought it was cool that I managed to find one hair person in the world who doesn't feel compelled to do so. Not only did this avert the awkwardness which typically accompanies such proceedings, but frankly, I think she did a more efficient and accurate job of cutting. Full concentration into the job. That's something we content vultures obviously know a lot about, isn't it? ;)

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After emerging with that nice "clean head" feeling, twilight was approaching. Quick regular readers: What does Tobias absolutely love to do at twilight? That's right. Bath time! Once Tobias realized where we were going, he purred all the way to the car wash.

(I am such the BS-er, aren't I?)

Shiny and sparkly, we went home, making a brief stop on the way to pick up some more yuppie food stamps.

Shortly after I arrived home, bouncing and my female parental unit came on the scene, and announced that they were going to Longmont to meet with the male parental unit to eat. After 2000. Hmmmm. Not feeling particularly hungry, with the grease-coated fats just beginning to digest in my stomach, I decided to tag along anyway. Aren't I the super genius?

And so, we went to Longmont, met at Pizza Hut, where I consumed more greasy fats and caffeinated beverages (but not in nearly as great a quantity for myself). That would explain why I am awake now. Heehee.

Perhaps I'll play a round or two of q3 before I go to bed. Yeah, that'll put me in a restful mood. Sure. Then I can be real productive at work tomorrow!

Err... Running out of words. Esepcially sentences. They don't stand for anything. How can they explain how I feel? I'm traveling. Leaving logic and reason. To the arms of unconsciousness.

Yada.