So I've been trying to post some sweet-ass pictures of tons of awesome shit that has been going down but the FTP servers from Whitman keep giving me a crappy error message:
Status: Connecting to students.whitman.edu ...
Status: Connected with students.whitman.edu. Waiting for welcome message...
Error: Timeout detected!
Error: Unable to connect!
Status: Waiting to retry... (5 retries left)
Status: Connecting to students.whitman.edu ...
Status: Connected with students.whitman.edu. Why waste your fucking time...
Error: We were right the first time. Our shit is fucked up!
Error: Bugger off!
Status: Waiting to retry... (5 retries left)
Status: Connecting to students.whitman.edu ...
Status: Connected with students.whitman.edu. You're in for a long night...
That is more or less what the computer tells me when I try to bring wonderful pictures to you all.
In other news, Gus' parents are in town and have succesfully gotten me drunk as hell two nights in a row. First Mr. Gus bought a few of the Monstro guys 4 pitchers of beer down at the Brew Pub. Charlie is a great guy and often confides in me about women. He told me the waitress that was pouring our beer looked like Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, then proceeded to tell her the same and gave her an $8 tip. I hope I'm half as cool as that when I'm retired. The second time Gus' parents cooked us dinner and bought 4 bottles of wine and about 48 beers. Charlie once again took me off to the side and deemed it necessary to wisper all the lines from his favorite scene in Pulp Fiction. His favorite scene is when they all show up and Quentin Tarantino's house with the dead body and then call The Wolf.
Big props go out to the local Whitman band Lovechild who played at the Hotel California last night. These guys are really good, so keep an eye out for them all of you non-Whitties who read my blog.
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