- Well, here it is 2004. Tom the Tailor’s New Year’s Eve party was the best-attended I’ve ever seen there, with nearly twice as many people as the previous best. There were so many people that I left shortly after midnight, just because I was getting claustrophobic. But much fun was had, and I think that having my new house walking distance to Tom’s, as well as to the Sportsman and Manning’s is going to be a good thing. I’m starting to like the new neighborhood, even if there isn’t a 24-hour inconvenience store handy.
- A reader points out that Dave is the worst name you can give a baby, apparently dooming one to a life of mediocrity. Dang. Guess I’ll have to crawl back into my hole now. Or maybe not…
- Pollsters can’t connect with cellphone society because they’re not allowed to call cell phones, and there are ever more people who don’t have landlines. So polls will be skewed, and the pollsters screwed. I know I feel pretty bad for ’em.
- Core of a Comet Lights Up January’s Night Sky. The Quadrantids begin early Sunday morning, and are about as intense as the Perseids.
- An Unrepentant Spammer Considers the Risks and considers stopping sending out spam. So maybe the new federal law did have some effect.
- When Words Collide talks about email threading, and it’s apparently a good enough idea that jwz thinks it’s cool. [jwz]
- Jim stopped by The Local after work on Thursday and was amazed. They had an XLerator Hand Dryer. It’s an electric hand dryer that does something no other electric hand dryer does – it dries your hands. No more need to
wipe hands on pants.
[jim]
Thinking back on the party last night, I’m struck by the different conversational openings I was hit with. There were two gals who served as a nice contrast. The prettier of the two opened a conversation with a question that I remember as Why don’t guys talk to me? I understand why women don’t, since I’m pretty, but why don’t guys want to talk to me?
The other one spent a minute or two listening to a conversation I was having with another guy, and then sidled her way into the conversation. Guess which one I spent more time talking to?
That’s not to say that an abrupt approach won’t work to start a conversation with me. One guy at the party who looked familiar asked: Did you used to work at LaserMaster? Did you try to sodomize me at Toro’s of Aspen in 1992?
I’d completely forgotten that he’d worked at LM (he was only there for six months, working in a different group), and apparently at some point in that booze-soaked evening over ten years ago (the same evening when Mel stole the framed poster from the men’s room, and where Aaron and I spent much of the evening trying to convince the bartender to make us a pitcher of manhattans, but that’s another story) he was standing at the bar, and I wanted a drink, so I’d come up behind him and, um, gotten a bit familiar while trying to get the bartender’s attention. We talked quite a bit last night, too.