Davis Square: Rashomon of the 90's

I am vaguely amused that I was able to reconstruct a tiny sub-chronology of today's events at cthulhia's house by intersecting three different LJ user's accounts involving parcels delivered and subsequently received there. Whee

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As with all holidays, the notion that today was externally special in some way slipped from my mind about two seconds after each written, verbal or visual reminder of it, as I found something more interesting to think about. I re-forgot and re-remebered V-day about 20,000 times riding the T today, because of all the people carrying flowers. No kidding: I see that, I think Oh yeah, right, that thing and then I think ...hmm, you know, I really like vanilla or whatever. But this stopped a few hours ago because my housemate gave me a wee box of chocolates, and so there are heart-shaped pieces of trash sitting by my computer now, in my peripheral vision. No escape.

Interesting error message

[jmac@endif /Users/jmac]% ssh jmac.org
You don't exist, go away!
[jmac@endif /Users/jmac]% 

On Second Thought

My entire iBook seems morbidly broken, inside and out. Bits of the system seem to have forgotten who 'jmac' is, which is a bad sign. I foolishly tried cycling my login only to find... that I cannot log in to my own computer, now.

La, la. I allegedly have some system CDs lying around somewhere, but I certainly haven't used them since months before my move, so that's not very feasible. Time to call up some friends, I guess. Grunt.

Update

One way to tell that you've been spoiled by OS X: You've forgotten that sometimes just restarting the silly machine can work wonders. Furrfu