Disturbed fucking rule. Only band I know that throws a "festival" for under fifty bucks a person. And I see Chimaira will have a new album out a month before the show. Woo!
Good times, good times.
Words are just words. Except when they aren't. Words held back can be far more painful than words said.
My sweetheart couple suddenly realize that in a rush and their future together seems to coalesce into a firm, if distant, reality for both of them.
The story has changed from where it started. It's not the story I thought I was going to be telling. But it's the story they want told. And the changes that have happened have almost all been for the better.
It's strange how it happens, but I'm beginning to really enjoy that strangeness.
An evening with her roomates. His discomfort at one of the other girls calling him handsome in front of his new girlfriend, her laughing at his reaction. Newfound words between them making them more comfortable in front of others. The other ladies calling them a cute couple. A conversation that makes them realize they've been holding back around each other for too long.
Still just words, but words aren't just words to them. They know now where they go, they just don't know when they get there. They don't particularly care. They've begun to come together, and each single step is precious to them both.
And in the darkness of the night, a confession amongst confessions.
"Still feel like kids playing house?"
"Not so much right now, no."
Let the Zipdom begin.
A server crashed in the store in town. Dumbfuck told them he could fix them right up. Except, he doesn't have access to the server in town. Doesn't even realize it's not in the Funhouse server rooms. Good going Zippy!
Honestly, it was panic at the disco as dumbfuck has come up with a new one. He has a standard list of fixes he runs through no matter what the problem is. In the past this list has been: System restore, Reboot, Reload, Drop off network, put back on. Yesterday he added a new one. Remove the system from the domain, reboot, re-insert. He snuck back to my laptop because I had made the mistake of mentioning some problems with my AS400 sessions to BB and Zipfuck overheard. So he drops my craptop off the domain and guess what? Nobody remembers the password on the local admin account. That would be my fault, except I'm not the bastard that set this laptop up. Guess who did?
If you guess anyone other than Zipfuck, you lose.
BB caught him doing the same stunt to one of the salespeople's laptops and screamed bloody murder at him to stop. The reason he was doing it? "But he couldn't attach his network drive!" Always try the latest brainstorm first, no matter the problem.
On a lighter note, BB prints a sheet to the printer sitting behind me yesterday. He walks up, I glance behind me just because it's natural to peek over your shoulder when somebody comes up behind you. The following occurs, loudly:
"I didn't want to disturb you. You were balls deep in that turtle."
"I love my turtle."
And then he walked away.
I'm thinking several people down here didn't get the reference because there were a lot of "what the fuck"s and "oh my god"s amongst the laughs.
Whatever, gotta keep it entertaining.
Now, if you'll excuse me, we have to figure out how to get the power mains attached to someone's chair. The keyboard attachment appears to have failed it.
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