Futile Horn

01.27.2003 - 3:42 am (and I touched a Macintosh tonight)

I made some kind of mistake installing Netscape the other day, because it seems to have added another version of the Java Plug-in without removing the first, and whenever I tried to open a java applet the browser (Netscape or IE) would simply close. I did a lot of uninstalling and reinstalling, and everything seems to be working again although the plug in still appears twice in the control panel. I am tempted to try to bribe it to go away, but they say if it ain't broke don't fix it. At least not without backups which I have no excuse not to have any more.

Frank had a superbowl party today. You could tell no one was very into the game because nobody was there at kickoff. Frank's former roommate brought an old girlfriend who dumped him 5 years ago on superbowl Sunday. We had got to hear the whole story while he was out in the hall talking to her, and then he came back in and told it again, and we all acted intrigued. After the game was a ridiculous TV show called Alias which the chick who is going to be in Daredevil. This was entertaining because the girl who made us watch it was enthralled and everyone had a terribly good time with how ridiculous it was. Don't secret global organizations with plots to take over the world have any kind of network security? It was wicked fun.

It was kind of sad because around midnight all I wanted to do was go read the networking book I had brought along. I went because I thought it would be good for me to meet some new people and to see others I hadn't seen in a while, but there was only so much I could take. Plus watching tv makes me cranky when Angel isn't on.

On the train home I saw a lot of people sleeping in my car. I marveled that so many people would be so far gone and then I had the terrible thought that for many of them it was where they meant to stay the night.

My friend gave me a bottle of wine when I left because he's back on the wagon again. He said he had a bad night last Thursday. I think we all have bad nights (whoa did I have one last month), but he thinks it is enough for him to stop again.

Born to play the funky céilí,
Futile Horn