Monday, December 11, 2006

Pahk The Cah At Hahvahd Yahd


Just a quick note on not being dead in Massachusetts- this place doesn't feel even a little bit like "home". I don't mean that like, I've lived here before, or that there are no houses to be found. I mean that this place does not have the sense or feeling of home. I could never live here happily. Which isn't to say that it is without it's charms or beauty. I certianly appreciate the history of the area, and think that in the spring and fall it's beautiful. There is something else missing here and I can't put my finger on it.
The training that brought me here is underway and interesting, and I think that the EMC facility in Milford is in a really pretty and surprisingly quiet area. I'm jetlagging pretty badly and needed to cause myself pain to stay awake this AM in lecture. I came to my room and fell asleep before the game started tonight, and now at after midnight EST am wide awake. I'll probably get adjusted to EST just in time to go home. *sigh* The Radisson, by the way, is a place that could really use some help. I found a live ant in my bed on the first night (although, who knows how much food has been spilled onto and ground into the carpeting, so he was probably just an opportunist. The alarm clock doesn't work (thankfully, I didn't trust the cut of its jib, and set my phone alarm as a backup). The alarm indicator light goes on and off at will, so potentially, if the light were on at the critical moment, it might've worked. I was testing it and the best result was to get it to make a quiet noise that sounded like "nuh". There is no fridge in the room. I guess they never have diabetics stay here who need to keep insulin cool. I'm using an ice bucked, but there is no ice machine on my floor. There is a place for one, but I guess it wasn't suitably locked down. There is a dearth of power outlets, and the worst part? They filter the Internet here! No naughty pictures for you my boy! We save all the porn here for the Kennedy's! WTF? You pay for a room (maybe even for the purpose of fucking) but God forbid you see a booby? There is something wrong with these Massachusetts people- dry towns, toll roads/roads with no signage, a baffling dialect, and now porn filtering? THIS is why the "big dig" failed- the engineers probably fed "big gaping holes you could drive through" into Google and got accused of being pervy. A real pervert would have gotten the job done with a smile and a double entendre for good measure.

9 Comments:

Blogger Hammer said...

Dry counties, no porn, baffling dialects, sounds like central Texas.

10:29 PM  
Blogger Judith said...

You're just not enjoying yourself there are you?

1:31 AM  
Blogger Jill said...

WTF? Porn is an expected and assumed feature of any modern hotel room. How are they getting away with that?

2:53 PM  
Blogger That Guy said...

No pron.... like that would stop you. what good are average computer skills if you can't manage to jump around them.

use hidemyass.com or download http://tor.eff.org/

3:16 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

Oh no- not to worry. I got to the porn. I just don't appreciate the gesture. Fucking country is turning into Utah.

3:34 PM  
Blogger Irrelephant said...

I'm still blaming you for Blogger Beta's problems.

So a lady walks into a bar and asks the bartender for a double entendre, so he gives it to her.

5:46 PM  
Blogger Nancy Dancehall said...

I could post a boobie.

Not MINE of course.

6:49 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

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11:08 PM  
Blogger Stucco said...

I'd rant "why not?", as you (like most of your gender) selfishly have two to play with, but it'd be half hearted, as it is well known that I'm an ass man.

11:09 PM  

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