State of Affairs

Sono riuscito a ottenere il visto, e finalmente ho cominciato a lavorare proprio su le cose più importanti. Le cose più importanti, per esempio, la ricerca per un permesso di soggiorno, SENZA CUI non posso aprire un conto bancario, né essere pagato. (né iscrivermi a un corso d'italiano) Fortunatamente per me, questa ricerca prenderà più di due mesi. Comunque, il primo giorno che potrei essere pagato è il 25 dicembre. È possibile che la banca è aperta il giorno di Natale? Certamente no! Il consiglio di una collega: aspettare davanti a il camino.

The novelty of Babelfish has worn off, and part of the entertainment for my linguistically inclined friends IS my grade school grammar. So as not to deprive them a simple pleasure I will stop with this Italian nonsense.

While I was home I purchased a used Mac Mini to replace the Macbook that my mom now has. I tested it and transferred all my data while I was home, so it was a snap to setup in my apartment. Monday evening I plugged in my iPod and got a strange warning message telling me that my music database had been damaged and needed to be repaired, which in the process would re-initialize my iPod. Halfway through this process I received the OSX equivalent to the blue screen of death and have since been unable to get the most basic response out of the computer. I opened it up to re-seat all the components, but it seems to be a fundamental hardware issue; I can't boot into even the firmware.

The only real good to come of this is that not only did my computer decide to check out AFTER I'd flown 6,230 miles from civilization, it had to brick my iPod. This is circumstantial proof that someone is out to get me. As excited as I was, I really didn't have anything new to say about it (considering this is the third episode in as many months, and I wield English like Barney en pointe) so instead I let me friends do the talking for me.

In the beginning I wasn't going to write anything until Laura suggested,

7:07 PM

me: you know its bad when you can't write a blog entry about it because it would be too repetitive

sigh.

5 minutes

7:13 PM laura: you can write the blog entry

but make it humorous

me: you know. if my blog is ever humorous its totally unintentional... there's no humor in poor grammar

7:14 PM laura: haha

So that got me thinking, because as far as I knew my blogs weren't that funny unless I was talking about things that I ought not to be talking about anyway, which I wasn't about to do. Then I talked to Jill:

me: hey

my mac mini died

6:56 PM like, majorly

13 minutes

7:09 PM me: i set this up yesterday

i really want to cry

7:10 PM i mean not cry, but kill/break something/someone

7:13 PM jill: awwwwww

=( seriously

me: yeah

like.

7:14 PM the thing that really makes me mad i think is the fact that service is impossible

7:17 PM i have to send it back and then have them send it back to me

7:18 PM turnaround time is like 3 weeks.

and im bitching.

7:19 PM well.

have a good monday!

jill: awwww

omg it's 10:20

me: haha if i dont sound convinced thats my fault

7:20 PM jill:oh wait wait can i tell you about my dream

it's pretty funny

7:21 PM me: ha ok

7:22 PM jill: so i was in 264 lecture and song was just talking about the latest and greatest converters and he was like yea I just invented the jack and jill converter... and so now to help go over this we need to have a jack and jill stand up here and help

there was no jack in the class so i get up and go to the front

7:23 PM and the slides are like something about this tropical place he travelled to where he invented it... and he's like go.. explain...

so i make up some story about the tropics and generally bore everyone to death

and then a jack walks into the room

and song builds this hill out of desks and is like.. go.. roll down the hill... and points to us

7:24 PM and i roll and come down with a crashing thud... and woke up very disturbed

okay i thought it was funny

well more random than funny

things are always not as funny when i try to tell them

me: you are so disturbed

7:25 PM like, clinically disturbed

jill: sigh

..... yeah.
Then I talked to Ali, and he offered:

2:34 PM

me: i need to figure out what to do with this shit

i gotta send it back to apple in the US

2:35 PM ali: put a nice little surprise in the box for them

me: haha like what

a begging letter

2:36 PM ali: or maybe some maggots

me: it sucks... because it takes forever the post, and so i have no computer in my room for another month

ali: or a dead fish

me: yeah maybe that

ali: heck if you put a dead fish in there

you will probably get some maggots for free

me: HAHAHAHHA

2:37 PM thats the funniest thing ive heard all week

Then I was telling my coworkers about it over lunch, and the first thing they told me was that I would have my server room key privileges revoked. I suppose the server room would have been fun, if say I wanted to make out with a SunBlade. (oooh 64 bits!) Then they told me that while I was gone they found my movie stuff on Google, and they suggested that I make another movie about Italian bureaucracy, "with violence". I suppose I could also make an episode where I use a Mac Mini attached to a stick to fight crime.