YUK !!

I just met someone new at work. Actually, he was the one that initiated the greeting. His name is John (or Jon). He's a semi-hefty black fellow that started working here about a week ago. I just met him today. Now, I've met quite a few people in my lifetime, especially during the mission trip, who I've never met before and have had to either get to know or forget about 2 seconds after I've told them my name. I'd like to think that my spectrum of 'meeting people' has been broadened. On one end are people you meet and they are extra friendly and automatically touchy-feely in a non-homosexual way. I've mostly met girls who are this way. On the other end of the spectrum are the people I've met who are so super shy that they don't even look at you, much less shake your hand. But after meeting John (or Jon) tonight, I think the spectrum would have to be expanded from the 'non-homosexual touchy-feely girl you meet for the first time' to the 'touchy-feely possibly homosexual black fellow you meet for the first time'. You read that right, I think John (or Jon) might be gay.

Here's why: I was sitting at one of the computers at work looking up stuff about camcorders and firewire when John (or Jon) enters the room. No big deal, just a new face at work. I didn't say anything to him, I just continued with what I was doing. He sits down and wonders where the mouse is on the computer (because someone removed it). No big deal, I help him find one. A few minutes pass and he's wondering what I'm doing. I tell him and then he introduces himself as John (or Jon). I say my name and we shake hands. First of all, he's got a rather big hand, a gentle handshake, and soft skin. I think that's a bit odd but don't pay it that much attention. (strike one)

More minutes pass and I talk to Chad, one of the assistants here, about computers, firewire, and camcorders. He tells me where he got his firewire card and I go back to my computer to find one on eBay (which is my new obsession, which I will blog about later). I find a decent card, 1 bid, and a $1 price to beat. Sweet Deal!! I bid $1.25 and there is less than 30 minutes left in the bidding. I vocalize my joy and announce that I am the proud owner of a firewire card for $1.25. NOT 2 seconds pass after my announcement that John (or Jon) leans over, brings his big, soft hand over and lays it on my leg. Not close to the end with the knee, but closer in the other directions. Talk about being FREAKED OUT !! I immediately swivel my chair away and so that his hand is now on the armrest. Maybe he meant to put his hand on the armrest and missed, I'm not sure, but I'm not going to take any chances, especially since I'm slightly homophobic anyway. (strike two)

After wondering if that just happened, freaking out, and trying not to make a big deal out of it, I showed my newly won prize on eBay and things go back to normal, a few more minutes pass, and John (or Jon) gets up and is getting ready to leave. After touching my leg in a rather high area, I'm surely not going to look up from my computer and tell him 'bye' or anything. I keep on with what I'm doing, earphones in place. Well, he touches my shoulder (soft hands) and give a rather gay wave. It's like that scene in Miss Congeniality where the FBI are viewing the dressing room for the first time and Benjamin Bratt's character mimics an ultra girlish 'Hi' wave, you know the one I'm talking about. Well, John (or Jon)'s wave looked something like that only it was a 'bye' and he's definately not a miss America contestant. (STRIKE THREE) YUK, huh ?!?!?!

Maybe I'm taking it all in the wrong way but so far all sensors point to John (or Jon) being part of the underground BYU gay community. I'm going to watch this one to make sure, but be assured, it will be from a distance.

I work for Classroom Support on campus and I work on the weekends. Saturday rolled around and I went to work. Mainly, all I do at work is sit around and wait for people to come in and check out A/V equipment or till I have to go to the Wilk and either pick something up or deliver something. On saturday there was an all day Science Fiction seminar in the Wilk. It's the closest thing I've seen to an actual Star Trek convention. Nerds everywhere !!!! Middle aged people came dressed up in their flashy, bright futuristic medieval garb. Something that you would see on a Robert Jordan novel or in an issue of ElfQuest.

Now I didn't actually see anyone wield a sword, a crossbow, or a spear, but I'm sure all weapons were checked at the door. I think BYU has a policy directly aimed at valkyries and stryders.

I did, however, see people breakout the 'Elven' jewelery and I'm pretty sure some ElfSpeak was present. I'm almost really sure that after attending a seminar like that and hearing people give drawn out talks on the Norse folklores and how it relates to scriptural teachings (this was, after all, at BYU) and how the history of the evolution of the earth, the development of the human language, and the use of dragons in ancient times all relate, people ran home to watch either the extended version of LOTR or some other SciFi fantasy, like X-files or Babylon 5.

Everytime I passed, all I could do was laugh and think about how much people invested into dressing up like warlocks and playing Magic: the Gathering.

It's times like these I wish I had a rubber dog puppet, a video camera, and an overly developed talent to heckle.

If it's too loud....tough!!!!

Whenever I do anything on a computer, I always listen to music. Whether it be programming, writing papers, or just surfing, I always have tunes. But as I sit here in the SWKT computer lab, working on an assignment for my calling, I was apporoached by one of the lab girls and told to turn my music down. Now, either I have it loud enough for the front desk to hear it (which is about 40 paces away and slightly cool) or someone around me can't tell me themselves that I should turn down my music. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with turning down anything I'm listening to when I'm asked. But when any type of 'authority' figure has to be involved THE FIRST TIME, then that's just annoying and hilarious at the same time. If the offended party just leaned over and politely asked me to turn it down, no problem. But when the effort is made to get off their computer, walk over to the desk, complain, and then get someone else to do your dirty work, that's just weak. To that I say "Tough". Now I'm going to have it loud just for spite.

Ok, so this ast week has been quite a doozy. Last tuesday night, I had a soccer game. Within the first 10 minutes of the game I bruised my right inky. It was swollen a lot. It also hurt alot. The day after the game, it really really hurt. I had to go the whole day and not be able to use my right inky. Heck, I ve had to go the whole week without using my right inky. All the ty ing that I ve had to do, my Java rograms, a ers, and emails have had to go without (the u sidedown d and commas and question marks) because my right inky controls all that. Hitting the enter key has involved using my right ring finger. I can t even hit the blasted a ostro he. At least I can still use the eriod.

But tonight, I have another game. ho efully I don t hurt anymore fingers or toes or inkies, for that matter.

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Yes !!! I knew I had it in me. They forgot to mention my awesome talent for singing.