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Crikeyball
My bus never showed up this morning. Like, as in, half an hour of never showing up, so I drove downtown and parked by the Brougham-end of the bus tunnel, stopping by Safeco Field on the way to briefly make a ticket exchange. I'll be going to the Mariners games next week on Tuesday and Friday with my mom and stepfather while they're here and all. Fear.
Work was decent again today. Finished writing and reviewing one of the tools I'm working on this week, and now to test it, and to finish off the other. Whee.
After work, I went out to dinner with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ssaiscps, who was in town for a few days for some Microsoft-like thing. That was pretty wacky, as I don't think I'd actually seen Andrew in like 3-4 years? I forget. He looks exactly the same, though. I don't know why I expect folks to look different -- anyway, speaking of looking the same, so we're walking down 5th avenue towards the international district, and I thought I saw Alex Kalinin walking towards us -- so I kind of look up and smile to say hi -- except it WASN'T Alex, but it WAS someone I knew from CMU! I don't know if anyone else except maybe jacquez would have known Ryan Donovan... he was another tech writing '98 guy who also took 15-212 and whatnot. We were both fairly surprised to see each other -- and I haven't talked to him in seven years, but we exchanged phone numbers... maybe I'll even call him sometime. We'll see. I suck at the whole phone thing.
Oh, so Andrew and I went to dinner down at Fuji Sushi. It was really good as usual, and it was good to catch up. It stymies me that he's already a fifth-year CS PhD student. Time flies. After dinner we walked down to my car and I gave him a ride to the airport and all, since he had to head back to Yale tonight.
I drove up to the gym after that for volleyball night. There were plenty of people there. I did well at first, but about halfway through the night my left knee started giving out, which sucked, so I called it quits at 10:15pm. My brain had also started giving out by that point, and to be honest, I play volleyball with my brain as much as my body, in some ways. The one awesome thing about the evening though is that I served overhand (instead of my normal underhand or sidearm) the *whole night* and actually got the ball over the net 95% of the time! You see, I don't generally notice the difference that lifting weights makes, but god forbid, I have *muscles* in those upper arms now! Wow!
Anyway, the title of this post comes from this one lady, who kept swearing, except she didn't swear like a normal person, she kept saying stuff like "Oh, *sugar*." and whatnot. At one point she missed a pass and said "Crikey!" Well, we couldn't let that go, and for the rest of the evening people kept saying "Crikey! Blimey, mate!" and whatnot every time they would normally have used a real swearword. It was pretty bloody funny.
Work was decent again today. Finished writing and reviewing one of the tools I'm working on this week, and now to test it, and to finish off the other. Whee.
After work, I went out to dinner with
ssaiscps, who was in town for a few days for some Microsoft-like thing. That was pretty wacky, as I don't think I'd actually seen Andrew in like 3-4 years? I forget. He looks exactly the same, though. I don't know why I expect folks to look different -- anyway, speaking of looking the same, so we're walking down 5th avenue towards the international district, and I thought I saw Alex Kalinin walking towards us -- so I kind of look up and smile to say hi -- except it WASN'T Alex, but it WAS someone I knew from CMU! I don't know if anyone else except maybe jacquez would have known Ryan Donovan... he was another tech writing '98 guy who also took 15-212 and whatnot. We were both fairly surprised to see each other -- and I haven't talked to him in seven years, but we exchanged phone numbers... maybe I'll even call him sometime. We'll see. I suck at the whole phone thing.Oh, so Andrew and I went to dinner down at Fuji Sushi. It was really good as usual, and it was good to catch up. It stymies me that he's already a fifth-year CS PhD student. Time flies. After dinner we walked down to my car and I gave him a ride to the airport and all, since he had to head back to Yale tonight.
I drove up to the gym after that for volleyball night. There were plenty of people there. I did well at first, but about halfway through the night my left knee started giving out, which sucked, so I called it quits at 10:15pm. My brain had also started giving out by that point, and to be honest, I play volleyball with my brain as much as my body, in some ways. The one awesome thing about the evening though is that I served overhand (instead of my normal underhand or sidearm) the *whole night* and actually got the ball over the net 95% of the time! You see, I don't generally notice the difference that lifting weights makes, but god forbid, I have *muscles* in those upper arms now! Wow!
Anyway, the title of this post comes from this one lady, who kept swearing, except she didn't swear like a normal person, she kept saying stuff like "Oh, *sugar*." and whatnot. At one point she missed a pass and said "Crikey!" Well, we couldn't let that go, and for the rest of the evening people kept saying "Crikey! Blimey, mate!" and whatnot every time they would normally have used a real swearword. It was pretty bloody funny.