The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban

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Tonight was Technology Swearing Night at D’s.

Steve was trying to send pictures from his futurephone, which with T-Mobile’s fine software was almost impossible. One of those things where you need someone else to send you an email first so you can reply to it with the picture, etc.

Meanwhile, Jeremy & Keri & Lisa all had Gameboy DS with which they were playing Mario and using the kind of language I associate with dockworkers or characters in a David Mamet play. It’s always good to see someone who usually speaks in precise, hyperliterate paragraphs suddenly yell MOTHERFUCKING BITCH! I’M KILLING YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCKING FUCK! at a small electronic device.

Sample quote of the evening: “You aren’t even professionals. This is ROTISSERIE CHICKEN FISTING!” from Lisa.

Danell is the new Network Engineer at D’s because she can, if instructed, restart the wireless gateway. Slap-happy Don was unwilling to do anything because “I’m sure the network guys would tell us if it was down”, until I said “I am a network guy and it is down” and about five people laughed.

I don’t have any tasks tomorrow. It’s like some kind of dream. What shall I do?
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