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Wednesday night saw M coming over to claim her table and chairs, so now the dining room is completely empty again (but for the cute little checkerboard side-stand my parents found for me). This is fine, since I'm kind of looking forward to shopping for my own furniture. (She let me keep the purple papasan chair, though. Neat!) Learned that she now lives a short distance away from me, maybe not quite a 10-minute walk, so that's kind of nice. Once the tabular transportation was done -- an operation where I twice had to bravely risk double-parking in tow-mad Cambridge -- had a nice evening of stir-fry, wine and conversation. Always good.

Thursday was a lazy but rather productive day. Spent the morning in the Diesel working on ICCB stuff, joined at one point by M and J (and I really must come up with a policy about referring to people in this journal; first initials clearly don't cut it since there are now 80 or 90 Js in my life). Both are recent Mac OS X converts (iBook for him, TiBook (superior to mine!) for her), and so I got to show them how Airport ad-hoc networking works. Whee. (M was using the T-Mobile wireless connection that the Starbucks across the streets pumps out, and of course now I think of carrying around a pocket-sized mini-hub and setting up a one-minute, Internet-connected LAN in the Diesel sometime, a trivial operation through Mac OS X's Internet Sharing button. Crazy talk.)

Then I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark from beginning to end for the first time. Yes, I know. I've somehow managed to catch only the beginning or only the end of it every so often on TV. It's a really good movie!

Yesterday was the 4th. Worked on various overdue things, and in the evening went to the house of mattrolls for meat consumption and Super Smash Bros. Then saw the Boston Pops-synchronized fireworks up-close for the first time, standing with friends on the north bank of the Charles. The pyro-barges were close enough so that some explosions burst almost directly overhead. Amused to see them using the smiley-face ones again (saw these crowd-pleasers for the first time at Columbus last year), but one of my companions questioned their use with the, uh, that whistling song from The Bridge on the River Kwai. I guess if you have no such context for it, it's just a happy goofy whistlin' song, appropriate for celestial smiley-face accompaniment. Madness! Madness!

Missed the YS up in Maine. Sorry, gents. I do plan on coming up for a bit later this month, though.

Scheduled off-goofing: Recorded 4 or 5 hours' worth of Blackadder, which BBC America likes to marathonize on Independence day. I don't know why. Also recorded, from the same channel, an episode of The Office, which I guess I can naively describe as British Dilbert. But I've seen blogs going "La! La!" over it, so I'll get around to watching it sometime soon. Nice.