Real Life Conversation #36

Guess I'll renew my subscription - plus, a girl at work wants to read them.

Make sure to cut your name off the cover - never know where it will end up.

Hmn, I could do that, sure. Er...

Or?

When she beats a hooker to death with it and the cops show up with a bloody copy of Wired in a two quart freezer bag, I'll just make sure to have a solid alibis.

Damn it, why did I promise them donuts?

About to be late for morning department meeting, unless there is a fortuitous fluctuation of the timestream, just enough to get me there on time but not enough to rend the space/time continuum in twain. But real quick-like...

Have you heard of the recent series of 'mysterious' severing of multiple undersea telecommunications cables?..News

If I were a suspicious man, I'd say someone (likely an evil government bent on world domination - my money is on the U.S.) had a handy little ROV with a big pair of snippers on one end.

I'd say we ran a series of supercomputer simulations to predict the outcome of the loss of each cable, then cut them one at a time to correct any errors in our simulation. See, when the day comes that we decide to cut these cables again, we have to be sure our overseas embassy's or military networks aren't effected. It's what I would do.
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A little light reading

I check mail in the mornings, since the mailbox is waaaay in the back of the apt complex, and I walk around the complex every morning anyway.

This morning I received my gift-that-keeps-giving magazine subscription from last XMas, the latest issue of Wired. It was spitting rain, so I bent the mag in half and tucked it under my arm.

Early-morning commuters were getting into their cars to head to work (ere daybreak, the poor fools) and driving past me on their way to the freeway.

In my shorts and sleeveless shirt, with the magazine tucked under my arm, I was suddenly embarrassed - it felt like I was taking a long walk to the bathroom, and everyone knew...