If they read my mind, they’ll all go blind.

“I’m sick of following my dreams, man. I’m just going to ask them where they’re going, and hook up with them later.” -Mitch Hedberg


From Friday night (I didn’t have internet so I couldn’t post it):

Ah. 5:52 AM. And I still haven’t gone to bed. From Thursday. Hell yeah!

I’m at a lan right now, and we’re in the process of distributing UT2004, leading to a lengthy break while we wait for ~4gb of data to be copied from machine to machine. Tonight has been so much fun. I’ve met a number of really fun guys, and the games have been all sorts of wild. And I’m going on two days without going to bed, making this the longest stretch I’ve ever gone without sleep. It’s not bad. Not bad at all. It’s going to hit me hard, though. Along similar lines, I need to be up in time to pick Jenny up from the airport by 4:00PM today.

As I write this, I’m listening to the Goo Goo Dolls (I still find their music to be overwhelmingly beautiful) and enjoying a moment of serenity and repose. It’s cold outside; it snowed on and off yesterday afternoon. This weekend is expected to be especially cold, which I’m looking forward to, so long as the roads are clear and dry by Wednesday. This is wonderful. I need more mountain dew.


So now it’s Sunday. I didn’t get out of bed until around 3:00, which I’m rather proud of myself for. Last night, after picking Jenny up from the airport and dinner with her I went back to my dorm. I went and played pool and saw Without A Paddle with a few people from my Quad. Without A Paddle (1.5/5 stars) was as bad as it looked. To it’s credit, it wasn’t worse than it looked, but it certainly wasn’t any better. When a 100″ fall from the top of a waterfall fails to generate more than a few half-hearted laughs and the plotline is largely driven by two grossly over-stereotyped backwoods hill-billies, it’s amazing that I laughed at all.

About Mark Egge

Two truths and a lie: Mark Egge is an outdoor enthusiast, opera singer, and a transportation data scientist. He lives in Bozeman, Montana.
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