The past few days have been a doozy. Last night we said goodbye to our New Mexico Tech friend, and today here I bid farewell to a loyal reader as she heads back to school. Last night was classic. Myself and the core group met at Amphora's for dinner to send our robot buddy off.
Throughout dinner I was the instigator, (what I do best) you know, that guy you play Jenga with who takes blocks from the bottom of the tower so that it will collapse on its own when next you touch it. After dinner was the best part. We were driving out of the parking lot and our robot friend had not turned his lights on. He followed us for about a block while the rest of us in the soccer-mom van affectionately named "Margret" and driven by the E.E. Asshole while we laughed at him, joking that he would get pulled over as it was roughly 10pm by that point. Well wouldnt you know it, next car to turn in behind him was an undercover cop. Those of us in Margret called the robot to warn him that he had a cop on his tail and his lights were off, but by the time we turned in to the next parking lot it was too late. Frantically screaming "YOU HAVE A COP ON YOUR ASS, TURN YOUR LIGHTS ON!" was not enough, as the cop turned on his fancy shmancy blue blinkeys and pulled in behind the robot. The rest of us were rolling over in laughter as the robot bent his head in sorrow, the short Asian cop got out of his car, looked at us and began to crack up. The cop then proceeded to ask the robot if his lights worked and for his license. The robot said "Sorry sir, it's my dad's car and I'm flying back to New Mexico tomorrow morning," while he handed the cop his license, the cop then exclaimed "New Mexico? This doesn't look like you!" I then yelled out the window "Yeah, here in Virginia we don't respect licenses from other states!" which in turn lead the cop to turn to the robot and tell him "Yeah, don't you know about the two state distance limit?" Needless to say, the robot was confused, but the cop simply cracked up and walked back to his car and drove off. That guy rocked.
Also in the past few days I learned of a pending engagement between other friends of mine, and I wish them Joy and Luck in the process. Unfortunately it's secret, but at least it's not as questionable as the situation with Wheelz right now. But that seems to be working itself out, so more power to them. On a slightly depressing note it turns out my non-date date, though it may have gone as well as I had felt it did, seems to be a normal pattern for that girl as she often goes on great dates, then never really follows up. In a related way though I have heard about a chick who may in fact be a female clone of me. My yin if you will, so I'm trying to arrange a meeting (zuzzamen) with the hopes that it does not bring about the destruction of everything everywhere. Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light. That is what could happen.
But now on to the body of the post, what it is named for. I am currently fighting the county for my subbing info, so that I may begin immediately. To do this many things are being done in a non-traditional way, as much of the info is being rushed and some corners cut. In the spirit of this, my main sponsor and mentor in this process has recommendation that I write my own personal character reference for him, and then he will sign it and agree with whatever I say. Needless to say (though I'll say it anyways) this is ironically hilarious. Forging a character reference. It's great, but technically as long as he signs and dates it, as he needs to, then he agrees with it and it technically counts. It's just funny, it's like lying about lying while taking a polygraph... Or in other words, what I do every day.
This post has been written on the new beauty known as Darkhorse, my new laptop, thanks to some gracious friends and some snooty companies. In the next week I'll be transferring things over from Draco who gained his stuff from Nihilis, and so the circular chain of life continues...
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