From: Tobin G Coziahr Date: Mon Apr 12, 8:28 -0400 To: Bulletin Board Administration Subject: Mon Apr 12 08:08:13 EDT 1999 It seems that despite being well provisioned with two cases of caffeinated beverages, pounds of frozen meat, and uncountable packs of assorted cigarettes, that my roommate and I are not prepared for such extreme depravation and lack of sleep. Over the cacophony of competing music erupting from both of our rooms this morning, we each scream some sort of insane blather at each other every ten minutes or so. What sort of savages have we become? Kevin is cackling like a hyena over a web page that he is creating documenting the strange and unholy origins of the Orange Julius while I scream about my suspicions that each and every person I converse with over the zephyr ether is in fact some sort of devious program designed to distract me from my unending paper on McCarthyism. "you bastards, i knew this zephyr thing was shady all along, you've all finally failed my Turing test, and I know what you really are! i'm heading down to the operating center of andrew with a dagger in my teeth and i'm going to sever the link you swine have to the outside world.." Any semblance of a regular sleep schedule has been left far far behind, along with our contact with the outside world, and our pipe dreams of making it to more than 40% of our scheduled classes. When the sun rises, we howl our hatred and leap up to lower the blinds, to keep the accursed light from entering the room, which at this point resembles something closer to a post apocalyptic B-movie. We fear repurcussions from the cleaning staff from what we have done to both our rooms and the surrounding building. Already having received a warning from housing about having signs in our windows proclaiming "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING AT" to the curious swine who drive by in the parking garage that is literally feet from our rooms, we are sure that our habit of throwing random trash, food, computers, and anything not nailed down well out the nearest window is going to attract undue attention. Indeed, the ground three stories below is becoming a veritable monument to our living habits. Kevin has informed me that our poltergeist, who delights in turning on our water faucets whenever we aren't looking has returned. Maybe I'll sleep in the bathroom this afternoon to keep an eye out for the bastard and catch him in the act. -----------* *------------------------------------- Tobin Coziahr "The man who hungers for truth should CS/ECE/IM Junior expect no mercy and give none." shalifi@cmu.edu - HST ------------------* *--------------------------------------