In my defense...

Half of them were there when I got here:

Also that laptop screen is practically worthless. When I was in high school, and regularly hauling my computer to scheduled events to play video games, I remember lusting after having as much desktop space as possible. Throughout college I spend a great amount of time (when I should have been out drinking or something) entertaining a dual monitor configuration. It wasn't until I got here, though, that my love affair with screen real estate realy blossomed. You see, the marginal value of adding a monitor decreases--every monitor you add is less of a benefit than the last one. One way to deal with this fact is to realize when enough is enough and stop adding monitors. Another way is to just add a lot more monitors. As you can see I'm a fan of that second school of thought. The tiny monitors on the left are held up by a quad monitor stand that I purchased from a certain online retail giant.

If you are wondering: yes, I have actually used all of them at once, with the exception of the laptop screen, which as I said earlier, is basically worthless. In the world of display devices, size does matter--unless you have a screwy display ratio that doesn't play nice with X.org....

Another question you might ask me, is how much did it cost? Well, the answer is about 2 to 2 and a half hours in a Cessna, or 25 lunches. I used to pretend this kind of thing was an investment; my parents can offer a basement full of obsolete computers and an attic full of ikea furniture as proof.

Who the hell is Sarah Woodson?
Some hot girl friended me on facebook. Her name is Sarah. I seriously have no idea who she is. I worry that I should know, that she is some close friend of mine, or a customer from Neoquest, or a girl I dated, or one of the colorguard girls in high school whose name I couldn't remember. Or one of madison's roomates, some girl I met salsa dancing, someone from Drexel cru. I mean, I don't know. The possibilities of me forgetting people are endless. I'm pretty sure she's not one of the cute girls that drove by that one time when my motorcycle broke down because I rode the rear tire down to the cord, and I'm pretty sure she's not one of Katie's friends. I met a sarah last night, but I'm pretty sure she never went to Drexel. I've heard that all you need to do to make a fake facebook account is slap on a picture of an attractive girl and friend a bunch of guys at some school. So maybe "Sarah" is just a front for some loser reporter/stalker/13 year old. Her picture does look really familiar though. If she is a fake, I'm pretty sure there is a girl out there to looks just like her that I did know at some point. The next time I feel like my life doesn't have enough mystery, I will log onto facebook and stare at her picture for a while.

Ironically, I did meet a Sarah last night, but with a different last name and a ring on her boyfriend finger. She stopped by with Bridget, which is the first time I've seen her since she moved here. Bridget told me that her friends here know about her blog--an extremely scary thought. How could I talk about people when I know they might read it? I would be constantly evaluating every sentence, judging whether or not it would hurt or improve my chances of hooking up with various ladies. I know, because I've done that. And I'd have to like watch how much ridicule my guy friends. Yeah...I'm pretty much keeping mine under wraps from western eyes. And if people around here find out about it, I'm going to have to have adventures elsewhere. Like Vegas. What happens in Vegas gets posted to the internet.

Last night also, like every night I have people over, reinforced my theory that having two stacks of tires sitting around your apartment, because of along story involving "summer" and "winter" tires and buying rims and tires, does not make a good conversation piece. Also I'm told that my living room smells like rubber, which is odd because I don't smell it anymore. By the time I get these winter tires on Jessica it will be summer again anyway and I'll have to switch them back.

AnthroPC
This one girl out here--we'll call her Firefly girl--got me interested in Questionable Content, which is one of my new favorite comics along with Penny Arcade, XKCD, Three Panel Soul and a whatever I'm forgetting right now. I don't know how I missed Questionable Content. There was a point in my life, when I didn't have a lot of friends, and Mac Hall and PBFComics were still being written, and PVPOnline was still funny sometimes, that I took it upon myself to scour the internet for all of the funny webcomics. I didn't find many. Most were either not funny, or had way too many words crowding out the panel. But I digress.

One of the characters in Questionable Content is apparently an anthropomorphic computer. It got me thinking: what would it take--actually, no. What it got me thinking was "I want one." Then I started wondering what it would take to make one. I think it would make a nice pet. It would have to be done right though; that's the kind of thing that either makes you super interesting or super nerdy. I suppose I could give it a cell phone interface, and just text it when I'm bringing girls over, and it would then hide in my closet. That would be pretty cool.

Possibly not so Expensive
I am going to re-evaluate my conclusion that flying myself to the East Coast would be too expensive. I never factored in the holiday prices. Some of the flights back home for Christmas are $1000. With commercial aviation that high, flying yourself there becomes a lot more affordable by comparison. I still have to find a plane that can to faster than 150 knots (172 mph). That may sound fast, but its not.