January 2007
moocowinthecity Mission Orders
So I’m flying down from Buffalo to West Palm Beach, then flying up to NYC with my grandpa, then back down to West Palm Beach to drop her off, then flying from there back up to Buffalo…so I wrote it up for my Mom, and it looks a little something like this:
Mission Orders For Matt & Grandma Freda’s
Super Awesome Adventure 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
On Friday, March 30 2007 I depart Buffalo, NY (BUF) at 7:00AM on Flight 1210 and arrive in Boston, MA (BOS) at 8:30AM. I then Depart Boston, MA (BOS) at 11:35AM on Flight 425 and arrive in West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 2:55 PM.
I then take a Taxi to Grandma’s Apartment, armed with wet-naps to remove lipstick from old ladies, I’ll enter the compound, make sure Grandma is packed, we’ll eat dinner at her dining hall and prepare for day two of our excursion, keeping an eye out for enemy spies.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
On Saturday, March 31, 2007 Grandma and I will exit the compound swiftly, watching out for trained Gecko Combatants, and depart West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 11:45AM on Flight 74 and Arrive in New York, NY (JFK) at 2:25PM. We will then proceed to the rendezvous point after receiving word of it’s location from central command whom we’ll link up with upon our arrival via cellular communication devices.
Sunday, April 1, 2007 through Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Passover will be celebrated. There will be much joy.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
On Wednesday, April 4, 2007 Grandma and I will depart New York, NY (JFK) at 3:05PM on Flight 837 and arrive in West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 6:03PM. Armed once again with wet-naps to remove lipstick from old ladies, I’ll enter the compound, make sure Grandma is unpacked, we’ll eat dinner and, while still keeping an eye out for enemy spies, I’ll steal more of her silverware to sell on the black market.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
On Thursday, April 5, 2007 I will depart the compound unnoticed, and unheard (since hearing aids don’t get turned on until much later in the day). I will then Depart West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 6:00AM on Flight 830 and will arrive in New York, NY (JFK) at 8:38AM. I will then depart New York, NY (JFK) at 9:15AM on Flight 4 and arrive in Buffalo, NY (BUF) at 10:40AM at which point, I’ll take a Taxi to the University at Buffalo (North Campus), and make my way to class.
…a real update later.
Mission Orders
So I’m flying down from Buffalo to West Palm Beach, then flying up to NYC with my grandpa, then back down to West Palm Beach to drop her off, then flying from there back up to Buffalo…so I wrote it up for my Mom, and it looks a little something like this:
Mission Orders For Matt & Grandma Freda’s
Super Awesome Adventure 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
On Friday, March 30 2007 I depart Buffalo, NY (BUF) at 7:00AM on Flight 1210 and arrive in Boston, MA (BOS) at 8:30AM. I then Depart Boston, MA (BOS) at 11:35AM on Flight 425 and arrive in West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 2:55 PM.
I then take a Taxi to Grandma’s Apartment, armed with wet-naps to remove lipstick from old ladies, I’ll enter the compound, make sure Grandma is packed, we’ll eat dinner at her dining hall and prepare for day two of our excursion, keeping an eye out for enemy spies.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
On Saturday, March 31, 2007 Grandma and I will exit the compound swiftly, watching out for trained Gecko Combatants, and depart West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 11:45AM on Flight 74 and Arrive in New York, NY (JFK) at 2:25PM. We will then proceed to the rendezvous point after receiving word of it’s location from central command whom we’ll link up with upon our arrival via cellular communication devices.
Sunday, April 1, 2007 through Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Passover will be celebrated. There will be much joy.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
On Wednesday, April 4, 2007 Grandma and I will depart New York, NY (JFK) at 3:05PM on Flight 837 and arrive in West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 6:03PM. Armed once again with wet-naps to remove lipstick from old ladies, I’ll enter the compound, make sure Grandma is unpacked, we’ll eat dinner and, while still keeping an eye out for enemy spies, I’ll steal more of her silverware to sell on the black market.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
On Thursday, April 5, 2007 I will depart the compound unnoticed, and unheard (since hearing aids don’t get turned on until much later in the day). I will then Depart West Palm Beach, FL (PBI) at 6:00AM on Flight 830 and will arrive in New York, NY (JFK) at 8:38AM. I will then depart New York, NY (JFK) at 9:15AM on Flight 4 and arrive in Buffalo, NY (BUF) at 10:40AM at which point, I’ll take a Taxi to the University at Buffalo (North Campus), and make my way to class.
…a real update later.
Gay Dolphins…and a brief, brief update
Wow, busy busy busy, however, doing amazing (as is my apartment…it’s really come a long since I first moved in)…but this being a brief update (because I still need to shower and get into bed) I can promise you that the photo post I promised about eight hundred years ago is almost ready (I know…I know…I know…but it’s almost ready…don’t rush genius), classes are going swimmingly, I have a ton of studying to do this weekend…as well as a ton of flash carding, and I’ve been given the assignment by Prof. Roustum to order coffee at Starbucks in only Arabic Tomorrow Today and see if they understand me (it’s his belief, so he tells us, that since the phrase is similar in Farsi, someone behind the counter has to be able to understand me)…I think he really just likes social experiments; but it’s okay, because I like them too, so I’ll harass some barista at Starbucks tomorrow (this also gives me an excuse to go to his class slightly tardy).
This Just In: Dolphin’s Are Really Just Gay Sharks:
Vermont & L.I.
I really need to hear back from my Dad about whether or not he wants me to fly into Vermont on my four day weekend during presidents week, because they want me to come up to Moose Landing (our condo’s name) considering I haven’t been up there since we purchased it, but I need to know things like dates, logistics and whether or not I can bring snow shoes as carry on…I probably can’t bring the poles as carry…maybe I’ll check baggage. I also need to book my weekend trip home for February since I need the second shot of the vaccine regiment and I have to start the Hepatitis A regiment as well. It’s a good thing needles don’t bother me.
Speaking of needles, I want a new ear piercing, and a tattoo of a Schwa (geeks of the world, unite!).
…speaking of geekery
Speaking of Geekery
There is now an airport express in my apartment (it’s slightly larger than my power adapter, does wi-fi wonderfully, and it also has ports for a USB printer and for speakers so you can play your itunes to speakers, wirelessly, and it’s small enough to fit into your pants pocket or the pocket of a briefcase). I’m thinking YaoiNorth multimedia presentations here folks…how cool would that be.
It’s really quite remarkable given the size (the entire concept behind it actually is pretty cool, a wi-fi hub that you’re encouraged to bring with you)…and it’s really nice to free up my desk (and my floor) from a ton of cords that I kept tripping over every morning (and wasn’t technically allowed to have running across my floor as far as my lease agreement went…oops) so I’m glad that that’s cleared up and I’m fully in compliance. I also got a second power adapter so I can leave one in my briefcase, and one plugged into the wall and on my desk because that was just causing a lot of work and hassle having to go change terminators in the morning (for those of you not familiar with mac laptops, the power adapter has an end that comes off so you can either have a long cord plugged into the wall, or a short prong that folds up into the adapter and makes it travel size). The whole thing was just screwing me over in the mornings.
And now, it’s time for a shower and for bed…g’night!!
Gay Dolphins…and a brief, brief update
Wow, busy busy busy, however, doing amazing (as is my apartment…it’s really come a long since I first moved in)…but this being a brief update (because I still need to shower and get into bed) I can promise you that the photo post I promised about eight hundred years ago is almost ready (I know…I know…I know…but it’s almost ready…don’t rush genius), classes are going swimmingly, I have a ton of studying to do this weekend…as well as a ton of flash carding, and I’ve been given the assignment by Prof. Roustum to order coffee at Starbucks in only Arabic Tomorrow Today and see if they understand me (it’s his belief, so he tells us, that since the phrase is similar in Farsi, someone behind the counter has to be able to understand me)…I think he really just likes social experiments; but it’s okay, because I like them too, so I’ll harass some barista at Starbucks tomorrow (this also gives me an excuse to go to his class slightly tardy).
This Just In: Dolphin’s Are Really Just Gay Sharks:
Vermont & L.I.
I really need to hear back from my Dad about whether or not he wants me to fly into Vermont on my four day weekend during presidents week, because they want me to come up to Moose Landing (our condo’s name) considering I haven’t been up there since we purchased it, but I need to know things like dates, logistics and whether or not I can bring snow shoes as carry on…I probably can’t bring the poles as carry…maybe I’ll check baggage. I also need to book my weekend trip home for February since I need the second shot of the vaccine regiment and I have to start the Hepatitis A regiment as well. It’s a good thing needles don’t bother me.
Speaking of needles, I want a new ear piercing, and a tattoo of a Schwa (geeks of the world, unite!).
…speaking of geekery
Speaking of Geekery
There is now an airport express in my apartment (it’s slightly larger than my power adapter, does wi-fi wonderfully, and it also has ports for a USB printer and for speakers so you can play your itunes to speakers, wirelessly, and it’s small enough to fit into your pants pocket or the pocket of a briefcase). I’m thinking YaoiNorth multimedia presentations here folks…how cool would that be.
It’s really quite remarkable given the size (the entire concept behind it actually is pretty cool, a wi-fi hub that you’re encouraged to bring with you)…and it’s really nice to free up my desk (and my floor) from a ton of cords that I kept tripping over every morning (and wasn’t technically allowed to have running across my floor as far as my lease agreement went…oops) so I’m glad that that’s cleared up and I’m fully in compliance. I also got a second power adapter so I can leave one in my briefcase, and one plugged into the wall and on my desk because that was just causing a lot of work and hassle having to go change terminators in the morning (for those of you not familiar with mac laptops, the power adapter has an end that comes off so you can either have a long cord plugged into the wall, or a short prong that folds up into the adapter and makes it travel size). The whole thing was just screwing me over in the mornings.
And now, it’s time for a shower and for bed…g’night!!
The Mating Dance
Okay…
he’s hot, he’s tall, he’s broad shouldered, he has well defined abs yet he’s still lanky, he has black hair and perfect stubble (essentially my type) and he’s brutally handsome and beautifully arrogant and cocky…exactly what I go for in a guy.
As Eddie Izzard would say, we’re currently playing “splashy splashy, swimmy swimmy”
I’m fairly sure, based on stuff that he’s told me, that he’s Bi…also knowing his personality and his sense of humor (which runs almost parallel with mine) that if he were gay, he would tell people he wasn’t: not because he was in the closet, but to fuck with them. Of course, given that trait, it also means that he would have no problem setting off the hormones of an unsuspecting homo (namely myself) for his entertainment (which of course, makes him that much more attractive). He knows I like him, I know that he knows that I like him, I know that he knows, that I know that he likes me (at the base level of friendship and camaraderie, later opportunities as determined by orientation) so we’ve been continuing the mating dance and now we’re getting near Valentine’s day.
So I’m getting him a Valentine, but I also can’t let him know out loud (because we both know internally) that I’m head over heels for him, because then he’ll be utterly unbearable (and even more attractive) so I need to find a Valentine that tows the line between the Valentine’s Day cards that says something to the effect of “I got you a card so you’d know what a valentines day card looks like” and one that’s also more “splashy, splashy, swimmy, swimmy” because that way if we don’t get to the “I fancy you” stage, I still have plausible deniability.
I’m also inviting him to the anti-valentines day party that Alice (
maleficentseyes) and I are hosting.
The other day he went out of his way to be a (cute) pain in my ass, until I started punching him in the arm, at which point he just laughed at me…and such, is the nature, of the mating dance.
Really, “splashy splashy, swimmy swimmy” just defines it.
If he isn’t Bi or Gay and I’m reading all of his right signals the way that he wants me to (just to screw with me) I want to be his friend, his sense of humor is wicked, twisted, disturbed, and involves some dead baby jokes that even I haven’t heard of yet.
The Mating Dance
Okay…
he’s hot, he’s tall, he’s broad shouldered, he has well defined abs yet he’s still lanky, he has black hair and perfect stubble (essentially my type) and he’s brutally handsome and beautifully arrogant and cocky…exactly what I go for in a guy.
As Eddie Izzard would say, we’re currently playing “splashy splashy, swimmy swimmy”
I’m fairly sure, based on stuff that he’s told me, that he’s Bi…also knowing his personality and his sense of humor (which runs almost parallel with mine) that if he were gay, he would tell people he wasn’t: not because he was in the closet, but to fuck with them. Of course, given that trait, it also means that he would have no problem setting off the hormones of an unsuspecting homo (namely myself) for his entertainment (which of course, makes him that much more attractive). He knows I like him, I know that he knows that I like him, I know that he knows, that I know that he likes me (at the base level of friendship and camaraderie, later opportunities as determined by orientation) so we’ve been continuing the mating dance and now we’re getting near Valentine’s day.
So I’m getting him a Valentine, but I also can’t let him know out loud (because we both know internally) that I’m head over heels for him, because then he’ll be utterly unbearable (and even more attractive) so I need to find a Valentine that tows the line between the Valentine’s Day cards that says something to the effect of “I got you a card so you’d know what a valentines day card looks like” and one that’s also more “splashy, splashy, swimmy, swimmy” because that way if we don’t get to the “I fancy you” stage, I still have plausible deniability.
I’m also inviting him to the anti-valentines day party that Alice (
maleficentseyes) and I are hosting.
The other day he went out of his way to be a (cute) pain in my ass, until I started punching him in the arm, at which point he just laughed at me…and such, is the nature, of the mating dance.
Really, “splashy splashy, swimmy swimmy” just defines it.
If he isn’t Bi or Gay and I’m reading all of his right signals the way that he wants me to (just to screw with me) I want to be his friend, his sense of humor is wicked, twisted, disturbed, and involves some dead baby jokes that even I haven’t heard of yet.
Okay!!
First, time to make some lunch; then time to do all the readings for the week in advance (it affords me more free time during the week, in the long run), then, it’s time for cartoons and possibly some beer.
ready…
1…2…3…Go!
Okay!!
First, time to make some lunch; then time to do all the readings for the week in advance (it affords me more free time during the week, in the long run), then, it’s time for cartoons and possibly some beer.
ready…
1…2…3…Go!