New Year’s Eve party tonight, 10pm, 6625 Wash. Ave, Apt. 1. Cell if any questions, or just show up.

And like that, the maker is met.

“And by hang, you mean make.”

Neutral.

The Octopus Method is simultaneously both too good and makes perfect sense to be only applied to just cheating at Scrabble.

“Is [Britney] making another mistake?”
“Is it really Jen in the topless video?”
“Did Theseus slay the Minotaur?”

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Back to the bookstore.

Brokering an exchange between Z[] and P[] about Keanu Reeves and Jesus Christ, in which all participants are surprisingly sober. A Christmas to remember.

“That was an entertaining movie in a stupid kind of way.”

:(

If I want to smile, I’ll pick up a colon, toss in a right parenthesis, and tilt my head to the side, tyvm. None of this newfangled non-disabling of graphical smileys nonsense that the AIM 6 wants to impose upon me.

Santa comes early this year to 6625 Wash Ave: Internet's working.

(Settling into winter quarters; stop by if around.)

[More like Santa comes on time.]

I have stories to be written, letters to be sent, books to be read, and lies to be told.

Packing.

Sufganiyot: schwamm for the holidays.

“It’s my fault for not starting earlier on this.”
Don't let being self-critical get in the way of blaming others.
“I usually blame myself, then others, then myself again for blaming others.”
Then blame others for making you blame yourself for blaming them.

“So precious, suspicious, and charming, and vicious / Oh darling...”

Okay. Go.

“...Just when you get on a roll / Here it goes...”

[profile temporarily utilized for space]
“You’ve written me lots of love poetry, and I’ve written nothing (I’ll let you read- apologies). It’s long past my turn for a love letter, but, in keeping with the fatalistic tragic theme, it is also a good-bye letter.

I certainly could not have asked for anything better. I didn’t know there were those out there as romantic and all-around nice as you- and I managed to find one of the first try! I’m sure I was frustrating at times with my “innocence” and newness at this, but you have always made me feel comfortable and from my end the experience was unforgettable. We were able to communicate amazingly, both in terms of our relationship and just in general; I have always loved our conversations. You have been a superlative boyfriend and a great friend.

…not to mention you have impeccable timing. The time we have been together has not been the best of times for me, independent of you, but you have made up for it, on a whole and day-to-day. You’ve been there for me through a lot no one should have to.

As I’ve said, I haven’t yet realized how much I’m going to miss you.”

“Do I look like a mind reader, sir, I don't know...”

So many reasons to hate; really, I’m not sure at the moment what I hate more. The thing is, I still just don’t believe in statistics.

Somewhere someplace/drop down dead.

“...I got 99 problems...”

I like blondes.
<pause>
Er, hm. There’s no way I really can recover from this now, is there.
“I think I should go quote this.”
No, wait: either you’ll remember later and quote it then, or else you’ll forget it. Win-win.

Control-S
(Save be saved.)

“Results of your Personality Disorder Test:
Find a girlfriend!”

Won Donnie Darko Mafia (Mini 343) as Donnie Darko, a protown vigilante. Miskilled a protown player who admittedly was asking for it D1, misinterpreted observations of a protown roleblocker to kill them N1, and committed both errors N2, during which I myself was put out of my misery by finally being killed by the mafia. Despite these misplays, the town was able to sweep up the remaining mafia with excellent usage of the other powerroles. Though just as frustrating as making bad plays was failing to make good ones. I talked myself out of killing a suspicious player both nights- a player who wound up being mafia. And I dropped a tell I thought I caught on a player early D2, who wound up being mafia as well.

Botched flu shots cause zombies.

Google toolbar is my bookmarks.

Conascension: up to the usual shenanigans.

Would that I be missed when I am gone for a semester as much as you have been.

You happened at a really fortuitous time for me, and I never thanked you. You're better than me at this; I expect great things from you. When I next see you, I'm not going to recognize you at all, for you'll have changed so much. Listen and you'll hear yourself. People look up to us. Our greatest strength is our greatest weakness: we’re each different people. One day you will find someone special who you won't be able to be with, and when that day arrives, you'll have this. You have a vision and you need to follow it. If you need to run, run, and don't look back. Look forward to looking back. I think I'll miss you most of all, scarecrow.