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I'm not a big fan of drunk dialing. That's not to say I've never drunk dialed, just that I think in principle, it's a really rude thing to do to someone. I know that in the past, I've tried to just ring people I was sure were free and available, though I've been mistaken. It's really kind of an awkward thing, but I hate to be woken up by someone who's only excuse was that they were smashed.
So, sorry about those e-mails, everyone.
Yeah, so, it looks like I drunk-e-mailed a bunch of people. This feels kind of like the equivalent of a drive-by discussion, where I roll up in my Honda and produce a pamphlet I'd like a prospective target to look through, and maybe critique my ideas regarding Hegel. I assume for some people, though, it would be irritating to get an e-mail from me only to realize that there were three pages of melancholic exposition on leaving combined with my thoughts on NChangling, with a crudely hidden link to that Rick Astley single. Anyhow, some of my e-mails were pointlessly maudlin and unneeded, though I did get one response to a text message I sent about ignoring my e-mails with a 'lol priceless'. On re-reading, the message to this particular Frank Miller fan, in the middle of my 'goodbye, let's have a party' exposition was a link to Penny Arcade's take on the comic/movie Sin City.
'whoreswhoreswhores', indeed, eh Mr. Miller?
Anyway. It probably seems anti-climactic for a lot of people, considering that whenever someone talks about a consideration like this as long as I have, it usually means that they intended all along to go through with it. But, whatever. I finally put my mental foot down and dug in, deciding that the only thing that'd stop me from taking that trip to Seattle would be unforeseen financial issues. Even then, I imagine they'd just delay me. So, I'm afraid, but I'm also really, really excited. I don't think it'll seem real until I'm actually there, thousands of miles away and absent my belongings almost in toto.
So, sorry about those e-mails, everyone.
Yeah, so, it looks like I drunk-e-mailed a bunch of people. This feels kind of like the equivalent of a drive-by discussion, where I roll up in my Honda and produce a pamphlet I'd like a prospective target to look through, and maybe critique my ideas regarding Hegel. I assume for some people, though, it would be irritating to get an e-mail from me only to realize that there were three pages of melancholic exposition on leaving combined with my thoughts on NChangling, with a crudely hidden link to that Rick Astley single. Anyhow, some of my e-mails were pointlessly maudlin and unneeded, though I did get one response to a text message I sent about ignoring my e-mails with a 'lol priceless'. On re-reading, the message to this particular Frank Miller fan, in the middle of my 'goodbye, let's have a party' exposition was a link to Penny Arcade's take on the comic/movie Sin City.
'whoreswhoreswhores', indeed, eh Mr. Miller?
Anyway. It probably seems anti-climactic for a lot of people, considering that whenever someone talks about a consideration like this as long as I have, it usually means that they intended all along to go through with it. But, whatever. I finally put my mental foot down and dug in, deciding that the only thing that'd stop me from taking that trip to Seattle would be unforeseen financial issues. Even then, I imagine they'd just delay me. So, I'm afraid, but I'm also really, really excited. I don't think it'll seem real until I'm actually there, thousands of miles away and absent my belongings almost in toto.
