Date: 2010-02-14, 1:23PM PST
We were dancing together at Bootie last night in the DNA Lounge. I can be socially awkward sometimes but this night was particularly bad. The first time we danced I reached up and took your drink away from you for no reason at all. You looked at me strangely and then took your drink back. Maybe you thought I was going to spike it with roofies? I don't know why I did that.
You stopped dancing with me after that but came back later. This time things were going ok until I put my hands on your waist and felt the elastic strap of the thong you must have been wearing. I asked, "What kind of underwear is that?" and you then looked very displeased. You quickly moved back to your friends and our night was over.
I just wanted to apologize.
These videos explaining how 1953 naval fire-control computers worked are pretty amazing. (They aren't embeddable because their piece-of-shit FLV player is checking referers or something, and I can't find a copy of them videos on youtube or archive.org.)
"Hang this up in your time machine."
Posted in honor of The Feast of Emperor Norton.