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.