| How come this gatherin' storm pours little on the truth? |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|08:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Seven Deadly Sins, Flogging Molly | ] |
Leena: Wow, this has been fun. Almost entertaining enough for me to consider coming again.
Us: ...
Thomas: All those in favour of Leena becoming the entertainment of the evening, raise your hand?
*Everyone in the room, except Leena, raises their hand
Leena: Oh, no. What have I let myself in for?
She wound up handcuffed, and with her laptop confiscated. Seeing her try and eat pizza in handcuffs was more or less the highlight of the evening. You can see photos thereof here, at least for the time being.
Amusement!
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[Aug. 10th, 2007|08:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
Leena: I'm a ProgSoc minion!
Mm: ...Nah, the Exec are the minions. We have to do stuff. You're a peon.
Leena: Awesome!
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| If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? And would you miss me when you get there? |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|09:00 pm] |
| [Tags | | | amusement!, chat log, laugh at justin, laugh at leena, laugh at mm, laugh at nora, laugh at rob, my day, progsoc, qotds, randomness | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Looking Back On Today, The Ataris | ] |
"Effort"? HAH! Forgeddaboutit.
[05:35:49 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Off to the city. :D
[05:35:57 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...
[05:35:59 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: A night of revelry awaits.
[05:36:00 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Well.
[05:36:08 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Ok, I'm driving someone from Marsfield.
[05:36:15 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: And then eating McDonalds.
[05:36:16 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Nevermind.
[05:36:20 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: What are you up to?
[05:36:27 PM] Shoulder Angel: Woo! Party on down! :P
[05:36:38 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: MCDONALDS ICECREAM CAKE PARTY
[05:36:48 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Want one for your 21st?
[05:36:52 PM] Shoulder Angel: Failing to convince myself to do anything of the things I've been trying to force myself to do since this morning
[05:36:52 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: (You know you want ot.)
[05:36:54 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: to*
[05:36:59 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: ... Hrm. :(
[05:37:10 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Walked Poppa?
[05:37:20 PM] Shoulder Angel: Not yet.
[05:37:25 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Kicks*
[05:37:48 PM] Shoulder Angel: That's pretty much the shape of it.
[05:38:13 PM] Shoulder Angel: Nor did I go grocery shopping. Or my email my parents. Or, or, or.
[05:38:23 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: ...
[05:38:33 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Ok, email your parents at least. *Prods*
[05:38:34 PM] Shoulder Angel: Grah.
[05:38:35 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Prods*
[05:38:44 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh. I'll get there eventually.
[05:38:45 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Prods*
[05:39:06 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Never a good time like the present!
[05:39:08 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Prod*
[05:39:10 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: :D
[05:39:25 PM] Shoulder Angel: Heh. Don't you have an appointment in Marsfield? :P
[05:39:32 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Shush.
[05:39:33 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Prods*
[05:39:36 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Pokes*
[05:39:38 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Kicks*
[05:39:39 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Whines*
[05:40:00 PM] Shoulder Angel: ...You're the one prodding me, and YOU'RE the one whining?
[05:40:06 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: I'll play anime in the ProgSoc room on Thursdays. *Threatens*
[05:40:38 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: ... Ok, maybe not.
[05:40:59 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: Umm. Have an interesting evening. *Waves*
[05:41:05 PM] Shoulder Angel: Have fun.
[05:41:08 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: ...
[05:41:10 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Prods*
[05:41:11 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: :D
[05:41:13 PM] Rob - ProgSoc: *Gone*
[05:41:13 PM] Shoulder Angel: *Tired smile*
Well, he tried, but my powers of apathy/laziness are winning. Which is probably not a good thing. Sigh.
QOTDs from the past couple of days...
Mm: How does it qualify as 'brainstorming', if he just supplies an answer as right?
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*Mm draws a line around one of the tables in the Networking textbook, and writes the word "TABLE!" in large letters above it
Leena: Ohmigod! I thought it was a chair!
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Leena: Of course. Every single computer is just infatuated with me.
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Leena: I hope we're not using this router. Especially when it's cursed. And autistic.
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*Mm fills out the form, stating Networking groups
Mm: We need a group name.
Leena: Midgets?
Mm: We are not being 'The Midgets'.
Leena: How about PITA; Pain In The Ass?
Mm: Convert it to the teacher-friendly "Peter", and we're set!
*Writes 'Peter' on page
Mm: Few too many TLAs there, Justin?
Justin S: ...What?
Mm: Three Letter Acronyms.
Justin: We have acronyms about acronyms, now?
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Student: What's the difference between 'phone' [bottom level of a decision tree] and 'phone' [same location]?
Justin: They're cousins!
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Justin: Starting with the letter 'M', let's make a binary search tree of every word in the dictionary! It'd be really unbalanced!
Mm: Um, well, 'M' is either the twelfth or thirteenth letter of twenty six, so...
Justin: Wait. You mean I did pick the middle letter?!? Dammit!
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*Justin taps several keys on his laptop simultaneously, and is amused by the loud beep emitted
*Repeats the exercise with other keys
Justin: I wonder what I'm doing to my laptop...?
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Justin: Why is everything trying to connect to other subjects?
Mm: It's called 'relevance'.
Justin: But I don't want things relevant - I want them separate!
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Mm: I think I should wear my imaginary shirt more often.
Rob: Do you have matching imaginary pants?
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Mm: [reading from an email] "PS, Rob has crabs."
Rob: Well, yes.
Nora: Yes, I've already seen your crabs, Rob!
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Justin S.: I think I came into that conversation at the wrong time.
Nora: No, there was no right time to come into that conversation.
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*Nora snaps her teeth at Rob's arm
Rob: Funny, I never knew you were vampiric.
Nora: "Vampiric"? That is not a word!
Mm: Uhm, Nora? *Pulls up the Wikitionary page for the word in question*
Nora: I don't care! It's not a word!
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Justin S.: I'm too sober for this level of randomness!
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*Nora whispers in Rob's ear
Rob: RIGHT HERE!
Did I forget any? :D.
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