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2001-07-26 19:50
Satan's Kingdom
You can't beat this sign with a stick.
I think I might have camped here at some point. It felt like it anyway[1].
Since my last writing, I have installed SuSE linux and gone back to Solaris. This version was released this very month and includes a beta of the Gnome desktop. Every day this week, my Unix box has been cratered for some reason. One time, it wasn't the fault of the OS because it was a power outage, but that doesn't excuse the other three.
So, long live Solaris, I guess.
Tino and I went to the mall last night, and he said he saw a drug deal go down in front of Sbarro. I saw the edge of it, and that would be a totally plausible explanation for what I saw. All the weird behavior by this...gang (yes, at the mall! I know!)[2]. So, apparently clothes and doodads isn't the only source of commerce at the mall.
We saw a movie again tonight.[3] It was diverting, but it's action wasn't equal to the laughs provided by the other two.
[1]I've never been to this park, and I don't even know where it is. One of you smartypants readers can tell me. The most Hellish camping experience? It might have been in Connecticut. I'll have to give that some thought. I just looked back for a Hellish example, found this and realized that I'd never written down the rest of the skunk story. It occurred after journal writing time (ie twilight), and by the next night...it didn't occur to me to write about it.
[2]There were six of them, all dressed up like young toughs.