yeah well remember, you can't spell "fun" without "forced"... I think.

So we're all being forced to got to Stonehouse on saturday?... Well screw all of you! You can't force me to go dance at some pub/club/dancehall/disco/juicebar/lounge/irish place/cemetary... If you ask nicely I might reconsider...

hey we all seem to be on this board posting messages at once. but that wont stop me from forming my own super message board to rule the world...

ok so it looks liek we finally have a plan shaping up for the weekend. it looks like this:
Friday: Go to scotts house around 7, bring your own stuff, chill there, play games, the usual.
Saturday: Eat/Pre-drink at leo's house, then head out to the stonehouse for 9ish
Sunday: Laser tag and animethon for those interested.

I'm sure lots of people are home, Al. Relaxing. Not working. Not wanting to crush frustrating hardware companies. Not slowly going insane and continuously posting on their own message boards.

Home must be nice.

Rather be home right now... Is anyone there?...

Not to plan to far ahead but how many of you guys want to go to klondike days? We should start planning soon because they stop selling all day passes on July 16. Well I guess we'll worry about this after the big birthday weekend.

adoxes make my head hurt

In an effort to once again expand our vocabulary of jargon, another brilliant word, one which describes frustrations for many people:



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heisenbug /hi:'zen-buhg/ n.

[from Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle in quantum physics] A bug that disappears or alters its behavior when one attempts to probe or isolate it. For example, the squeak in the floor that makes its appearance at the most annoying times, but disappears when its source is investigated. Or, much to the frustration my colleague, a signal in a circuit that only behaves correctly when its value is directly watched, and otherwise wreacks indirect havoc on the system.

Hey, I think we might get a deal on the laser tag if we call ahead. So if you know, email away.

astravaganza

Ahh... the sweet taste of pie in the morning. It's a picture like this that makes you feel truly patriotic:



Where else but here can our most beloved politicians truly feel the warmth of a satisfied electorate through introduction to a pie? Secret service? Bah! Who needs 'em? I especially love the look on the woman in the background.