Sometimes I feel kinda like one of those kids whose parents fight a lot, but who is still very attached to them both. I hate to have conversations with both in the room at the same time, for fear that one will say something that I won’t have the chance to blunt the edge of [or simply delete from existence] before telling the other; that I won’t have the chance to play translator before someone gets too stressed over a misunderstanding; that the explosion I know is going to happen doesn’t happen quite so soon–maybe it will wait for another few weeks. Maybe after Thanksgiving, or Christmas, things will cool…

Friday night: I’m tired, I need to destress. Lukzor needs to destress. Dr. 7 probably needs to destress, although I barely see him anymore. Group destressing is good, and given some other people’s method of destressing, group destressing could be safer. So I told Luke to invite me out for fun. He decided to do a movie night–my lack of knowledge of Kevin Smith movies is apparently something to be lamented, and we’re all tired enough that there could be no successful painting of anyone’s town. So I get over to their apartment and we chill. Many details are going to be not told out of respect for Luke and…

So it’s the tenth anniversary[-ish] of the advent of the World Wide Web, and Rose is hosting this conference WWW@10: The Dream and the Reality. It was awesome. I taunted my Old Man with it a couple of weeks ago, sending him a “nyah, nyah” that he wouldn’t be here to hear these people speak, these people who struggled to get and keep their academic networks functioning for the “simple” pleasure of sending USENET posts, not to mention the overseas battle with the PTT. I was enthralled, and I felt like a dirty, narcoleptic bum for nodding off during the talks I went to Friday. That’s not a reflection on…

Jordy is going to be fine. The concussion was mild, and the surgery done on his leg today was to place pins in his hip, apparently. He should be out of the hospital in about four days. I don’t have the full story on what happened, but I do know he was driving from work in Georgetown (a small town in Kentucky) to home (Paris) on one of the two-lane highways prevalent in the area one night when he was hit by a drunk driver. One of his lungs partially collapsed, there was the mild concussion, and his leg apparently got torn up by some metal. There’s probably going to…

What I thought was a done situation is apparently not. I got a nice accusation of “character defamation” today. So once again, I’m on the Roommate Situation. Call it ass-covering, call it punking out, call it simple clarification, but those who read and made conclusions and have thoughts on the matter would do well to listen up, hopefully just this once more. This includes members of Rose-Hulman’s administration, who will undoubtedly receive this post if they aren’t checking my blog themselves. I may even send it along myself. The orders of business for the evening are 1) clarifying some things that were unclear in the conclusion of the story and…