"Xavid, you must be... Amish!" - Mom
Dropped Zan off at farm camp in Amish country this morning, had a cello lesson involving a cute but noisy Nat this afternoon, started on my blue pleated fighting kimono, talked to René, Dan, and Yūtarō. See, what I need to do is develop strong opinions about things, because that would be more conducive to talking about them at length instead of just listing them boringly. Unfortunately, I tend to be a more restrained-of-expression-in-general sort of guy, even when I use lousy grammar [and spell it grammer].
I've started a game in Alpha Centauri. In addition to having a name comprised of two nifty summer programs, the Pittsburghian of which is far superior to the Canadian one, it's a fun game. Unfortunately, like certain other activities that currently do not include garb or writing, it's rather addictive. But come on, environmentalists attacking people with mind worms? It's almost as nifty as the librarians in Read or Die!
MIT BBQness Saturday! And Rafting Thursday! And Tournament Tuesday! Excitingnessness! (Wednesday's still open...)
You may think I never rant, but I'm simply luring you into a false sense of security... Mwahahaha! *looks entirely unconvincing*