Archive for January, 2004

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Ready, AIM, fire!

So, based on the fact that I’ve been getting an unusual amount of hits recently (4 a day or so) without fairly recent content, makes me think that it might be a good idea to add something. But, you see, I just started school, and it occurred to me that I’m taking 21 credits as a Computer Science major. (Translation: I’m going to either be that annoying over-achiever that you love to hate, or one of those people whose friends and neighbors end up on the news saying things like “but he was such a nice guy.”) As such, though I’ve gotten off to a decent start – one whole week without failing – I haven’t really been thinking much about what to write. However, do not despair! Friends, Romans, countrymen and Janet (that rather odiferous lady I met last week at the supermarket) – lend me your ears. Or at least read on. Here is an actual IM conversation I had with my friend Ari. I don’t know – I started joking, and he played along. I guess I just found it amusing:

Me: So when’re you coming?
Ari: one sec…
Me: Um, I mean Shavua tov.
[Hebrew for “have a good week.”]
Me: It came out wrong.
Me: That’s what I meant to say.
Ari: shavua tov
Ari: umm…
Ari: i’m not sure when we’re coming
Me: I see how it is.
Ari: i have to check out my calendar, and check with the others
Ari: possibly march
Me: You don’t love me anymore.
Ari: unclear
Me: What is it? Did you meet someone else?
Me: Is it the way I wear my hair?
Ari: it isn’t true, i tell you
Me: Or how I bite my toenails?
Ari:
Me: I could stop -honestly!
Ari: you’ll never take me alive!!!!
Me: Yeah, grovel, you worm.
Ari: ok, you force me into this
Me: You won’t be going any where without this…
Me: <holds up Ari’s liver>
Me: Ha!
Ari: they’ll never catch me
Ari: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
Ari: my liver!!!!
Ari: it was YOU all along!
Me: Uh-huh, and if I go, the liver goes with me.
Me: Your call, buster.
Me: Anyway, so March, huh.
Me: I guess I’ll just cry myself to sleep until then.
Ari: i’m thinking yeah
Ari: i guess so

Similes

Some similes, for the poet in all of us:

Computers are like elephants – they have a good memory and you would want an angry one charging at you.

Ideas are like ducks. Both have webbed feet, and both have feathers. No, wait….not ideas, swans.

My room in Israel no longer smells like cholent [beef stew]. And there was much rejoicing, and the townsfolk were merry.

I leave in a few days. Less rejoicing, less merriment. Oh,well. I can always take solace in the fact that I am not (last I checked) Michael Jackson, nor am I Martha Stewart.Yeah, that’s it. I feel better already.