Libba rides again

I’ve just discovered that there’s at least one charitable soul in my building who doesn’t have a password block on his wireless internet. To him, and all the others of his kind, I salute you!

Of course I am in the process of getting my own connection, but that requires two things: money, which I don’t have; and the ability to overcome my laziness and finally call Roadrunner or whoever is the supplier around here, which I also don’t have.

Little has changed since my last entry. I’m still studying archaeology, but I’ve put myself on a temporary hiatus for sanity’s sake. As a result, my Star Trek novel and numerous other profitless endeavors are coming along swimmingly.

I did have a slight disagreement with my best friend, Big V, about whom you will be hearing more shortly. Big V lives a few blocks away from me and for this reason, and also because we get along just so gosh-darned well, we spend a lot of time together. So it thoroughly ticks him off when he calls me and I, occasionally, don’t answer. When I put it to him that he sometimes does the same to me and I don’t get pissy about it, his explanation for his pissyness was that he knows me and my habits so well and knows when to expect me to be sitting at home doing nothing (“nothing” includes watching/reading/writing Star Trek and other various timewaste). My answer to him is that sometimes when I’m doing “nothing”, I don’t want to be disturbed.

I should also explain that Big V is extremely industrious, at least by my reckoning. The guy works I don’t know how many hours a week, and still manages to do reading, keep up with his friends/family, and plan his future. In none of these areas do I myself excel, not the least of which would be employment status. Sometimes he gets onto me about not doing all the things I should be doing. I always mean to do these things, but somehow I always find “nothing” to do.

To add to this trend of non-productivity, I recently discovered a program called Garage Band on my computer, which I use to make a cappella recordings of myself singing country, Greek, blues, and folk songs. This discovery has singlehandedly doubled the current timewaste factor, which was formidable to start with.

I did take a trip upstate with Big V this weekend. V is known for his attention to detail, but his driving skills definitely have room for improvement. Once we arrived at our destination, I had some trouble walking at first, and I realized that it was because I had been clenching my butt-cheeks almost continuously for 4 hours.

That’s not to say the trip wasn’t fun. I love trips. Even a trip to the grocery store is its own special adventure. And driving skills aside, V is a great travel companion. He’s probably somewhat more well-traveled than I am, in terms of the sheer number of places he’s been, and I hope we get to do more traveling together in the future. Maybe sans car.