I Hate Gum
It was another one of those Fridays. I was looking forward to finishing Brief Calculus my one and only last day of the week class. The teacher was incessantly droning on about duck hunting, his college days, and derivatives. The tag on the pant-leg of my Aéropostale pants felt strange. I looked around the curve of the brown classroom desk and remembered there was no tag on my pant leg. The only thing on my pant-leg was the remains of someone’s chewed-up bright green gum.
Message to People (this includes you): DON’T STICK YOUR STUPID GUM UNDERNEATH DESKS. THERE ARE RECEPTACLES CALLED TRASH CANS FOR THROWING AWAY SUCH THINGS. IF I FIND OUT IT WAS YOU, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND BATHE YOU AND ALL YOUR CLOTHES, SHOES, AND ANYTHING ELSE I CAN FIND IN GUM.
Thank you.
Sad Day in the Neighborhood
“… I’m so interested-you know I don’t want to hurry it-but I’m so interested in getting to heaven. Frankly, I think that after we die we have this wide understanding-far, far, far wider than our little glimpse of it here-of what’s real. And we’ll probably say, ah, so that’s what it was all about. It’s so easy to say that love is the answer, and yet, it is.”
-Fred McFeely Rogers, 1928 – 2003
LinuxMan
Yo Everyone,
I’m writing out tonight from my new toy — a PII 400 MHz machine. Yeah, it’s slow, but not that slow. I’m running Linux on it and it works great. Pretty fast, too. It will be even faster when I put a second processor in it along with a little extra RAM.
Boo-yah!
