A cruel nor’Easter slammed Central New Jersey early today, and tonight I’m entrenched alongside the girlfriend and her two cats, Abra and Mooshy at an undisclosed location. Over pizza, we watched a bunch of DVD’s and plotted a weekend of criminality. If only we could dig out past the front door . . .
School is on winter recess. Amen. On a related note, my associate and I began disseminating a new series of random email signatures when informing the community or individuals about technology on campus.
Maxims in circulation:
” . . . Please pick up your laptop in the tech office, we need room for our nunchuks . . “
” . . . Generally speaking, a mouse is not a foot controller . . .”
” . . . Pedro offers you his protection. And so does the Tech Office . . . “
Savvy readers might note the heavy Napoleon Dynamite influence. Or not.
Oh, did I mention someone got a sparkly manicure in the middle of the snow storm?
I assume that that is not your hand?
What kind of ring is that?
Definitely not my hand.
It’s some kind of Irish ring the girlfriend wears periodically. I’ve been told it’s quite easy to swap out the setting.