Journal rdewald's Journal: 20 minute slashdot Christmas wrap-up 6
I am waiting to board the train from Concord, MA into Boston, MA, for the trip to New York, NY. Having said goodbye to everyone and sipping an *excellent* coffee from the Nashoba Brook Bakery here near the train station, I thought I would be the first to post about the blinder/SolemnDragon/rdewald meeting up in the Lair in beantown.
The Lair is at the end of a quiet tree-lined street, as a matter of fact, it is beyond the end of the street, you have to cross a moat and negotiate with a troll to get to the gate, just so you can rung the bell and be buzzed in. Blinder hates being called a troll, but I do know the ground speed of an unladen african swallow, so I was okay. He still had veins in his teeth from his dinner of freshly killed bunny and kittens, but I'm sure the alcohol on his breath was preserving the flesh well enough until he could find a toothbrush.
Not that he would have brought one, they asked me to bring some of the china white I can score down in the east Village, and I obliged, well, I brought most of it, anyway, but blinder didn't bring a rig, so we all had to share the same needle, which seemed a friendly way to break the ice of the bit mask.
I wanted them all good and high before I sang, anyway, but even that wasn't enough. I probably shouldn't have snorted half that bag with the hookers on the train, but hey, I was lonely. After Sol swept up the glassware I broke with that high e-flat, I tried to play the SG, but those gibson necks are as strong as they used to be, one swift crack across blinder's back and the damn thing broke in two (I take ellem's sigs seriously).
Speaking of seriously, I did confirm that the Everlost problem was with the device, not the operators, and even though blinder has a serious disregard for all traffic laws, not just speeding, the damn thing was just not working. I wanted to come to it's rescue because i have had great experience with these things, but it was not a working unit.
Sol and blinder are both damn nice people, the welcome into Sol's home was warm and comfortable, and they gave me some stuff to make me smell better, which I am sure everyone else who knows me will appreciate, not to mention the people of the train I am about to board.
If you are on any of our friend's list, we talked about you, analyzed not only what is wrong with your life, but also decided how much better people we are than you (actually, blinder and Sol suck too, but don't tell them I said that). Sol called it "expanding our narratives," which is a so much nicer term than "gossip."
The Lair gets a lot of light in the mornings, which is good. Blinder's a good looking 14 year old, Sol is a beauty, and overall it was a very successful leap from the online realm to real life. Blinder wants me to attend the next Baltimore meetup, since Mekkab, BufferOverflowed, and Seilwolf apparently require a 300-4000 lb chaparone while in public, or at least their waitstaff thinks so, if they can find another place that hasn't heard about the last one...
Ok, train's coming, no time to edit. This is my first first-draft posting, so if it sucks, it was TechnoLust's fault.
WoW (Score:1)
Merry Humbug as Jim would say.
Eh (Score:2)
It's so darn hard to express how glad i am for all of you doing so well that i fear i might not even be up to the task. At least not now.
good plan (Score:2)
on the other hand... i'm all for a more systematic approach... i say a revolving system where on a given day, for anything that goes wrong... the blame belongs to whoever "owns" (or p0wn3r) that day. So, lets say sunday is owned by TL... well if I fuck up a post or some shit on a sunday, its clearly TL's fault. I'm all for going into beta with a system like this.
Thank God (Score:1)
Thank God. I thought we only did that at the DC meetup.
If I had known... (Score:2)
Better you than me (Score:2)