So my grandma died a couple days ago and my mom flew back to illinios to bury her. I asked if there was anything i could do to help and she said, "feed the cats." So I fed the cats.
I drove out to scappoose, picked up a pizza vendor pizza (best pizza in oregon, btw) and drove out to my mom's house to feed the kitties. I fed them but they were too chicken to eat while I was nearby. So they hid and I practiced my guitar. After that I got on her computer to use the internet and I thought about setting up mozilla for her because of all her pop-ups and adware shit. Instead I just did a scandisk for her (she don't know these things), went back upstairs and eventually went to sleep on the couch.
In the morning i turn on the satalite TV and sat in the living room watching old battlestar galacticas in my underwear. There's a knock at the door. I'm putting pants on and there's another. I go to the door and there are two very clean cut men in suits on the step. I have them pegged for missionaries but my spider sense is tingling. Maybe it's because they are the FBI knocking on my door at 8 in the morning. I'm wondering how they knew where i was and what they wanted with me, when they say that they're looking for my mother. G-men want my mommy! It turns out that there's been some hacking into a police computer from my mom's IP. I stop worrying. There's no way my mom is a hacker. She's not even halfway competent to plug peripherals together. They had some questions, but i told them i wasn't comfortable talking to the FBI about my mother. They wanted to look at the computer, but I told them no. They left their card (cyberdivision!) and then drove away.
Work continues to be a roller coaster. We lost a big grant and then got it back. Now we're covered for a couple of years or something. I barely care. I told the boss about how I was thinking about taking off for a while to travel and said that I might not be back. Now I think he's going to offer me a big raise to stay on because the guy who quit made a lot more than i did and with him gone I'm suddenly a lot more essential to the operation. I don't think that it's going to change anything for me though. This moment is pregnant with possibility. I've got the feeling of there being this huge juncture before me. Like the next choice I make is going to be the big one that determines the rest of my life.
It's late so i'll save my thoughts on the future for later.
One thing that i think i will do in the immediate future is ask out that girl with the wild stories. She seemed to like me and she's been on my mind in a curious-cat kind of way. If i don't have a brand new humbling moment, then maybe I'll have another exciting story to tell you soon.
I drove out to scappoose, picked up a pizza vendor pizza (best pizza in oregon, btw) and drove out to my mom's house to feed the kitties. I fed them but they were too chicken to eat while I was nearby. So they hid and I practiced my guitar. After that I got on her computer to use the internet and I thought about setting up mozilla for her because of all her pop-ups and adware shit. Instead I just did a scandisk for her (she don't know these things), went back upstairs and eventually went to sleep on the couch.
In the morning i turn on the satalite TV and sat in the living room watching old battlestar galacticas in my underwear. There's a knock at the door. I'm putting pants on and there's another. I go to the door and there are two very clean cut men in suits on the step. I have them pegged for missionaries but my spider sense is tingling. Maybe it's because they are the FBI knocking on my door at 8 in the morning. I'm wondering how they knew where i was and what they wanted with me, when they say that they're looking for my mother. G-men want my mommy! It turns out that there's been some hacking into a police computer from my mom's IP. I stop worrying. There's no way my mom is a hacker. She's not even halfway competent to plug peripherals together. They had some questions, but i told them i wasn't comfortable talking to the FBI about my mother. They wanted to look at the computer, but I told them no. They left their card (cyberdivision!) and then drove away.
Work continues to be a roller coaster. We lost a big grant and then got it back. Now we're covered for a couple of years or something. I barely care. I told the boss about how I was thinking about taking off for a while to travel and said that I might not be back. Now I think he's going to offer me a big raise to stay on because the guy who quit made a lot more than i did and with him gone I'm suddenly a lot more essential to the operation. I don't think that it's going to change anything for me though. This moment is pregnant with possibility. I've got the feeling of there being this huge juncture before me. Like the next choice I make is going to be the big one that determines the rest of my life.
It's late so i'll save my thoughts on the future for later.
One thing that i think i will do in the immediate future is ask out that girl with the wild stories. She seemed to like me and she's been on my mind in a curious-cat kind of way. If i don't have a brand new humbling moment, then maybe I'll have another exciting story to tell you soon.
FBI? Really? That is so weird, and a bit creepy.
I tried to leave you a message on your machine yesterday, since it was free to call you from my parent's house & all. It just kept beeping & then eventually I got a dial tone again. Hmmm. Whatever.
This moment is pregnant with possibility.
i really like this saying. it's wonderful you guys got your grant back. if you do travel, wouldnt you be able to have the option to come back and work there again?