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Friday, September 22nd, 2006Ok, so, herewego:
The last couple of days, the blog was down. Why? Well, nicely enough, MySQL stopped liking my permission tables, and like denied access to everything. So, thanks to this post and my good friends over in #hf on irc.hackersfoundation.org, it’s back up now. In other news, a new computer started smoking in the library at school.. I came in to school with the smell of burnt silicon in the air. Actually sorta smelled like paint.
So, today, Mr. Bundschuh had to go get surgery on something (I’m not sure, I wasn’t informed), and I saw this guy I knew that worked at the Music Store in the village, coming into the building. I figured he was a substitute for a band teacher, or something of the sort, but when I walked into the Morning Show studio, guess who I saw? His name is Bill Ebberts (or Eberts, not sure) and he is a drums teacher at the music store, who happens to know a bit about AV. Cool, huh?
Lastly, I cracked a pretty good nerd joke in Social Studies. We were talking about sharecropping after the Civil War, and how similar it was to slavery. I said, “So it’s like they right-clicked on the Slavery folder, hit Rename, and typed in ‘Sharecropping’”. Immediately, Mr. Sozio put his head down on his desk and started laughing. The rest of the class caught on, and starting laughing at well. It was an awesome class, to say the least. I also got to express my opinion on Microsoft. I said how I hated George Bush, and someone (Mike Valleriano, methinks) chimed in, “So, you hate George Bush, Bill Gates..” and Mr. Sozio goes, “Wait, why do you hate Bill Gates?”. So, starts my schpiel, “Once upon a time, Bill Gates founded a little company called Microsuc– er, soft….” I giggled at the “Oh, so you have a Macintosh?” comment from one of the kids.. Good times.
P.S. It seems my music selection for the morning show was appreciated.. In a little downtime in Social Studies class, Mr. Sozio blurted out, “Beep-beep, beep-beep, yeah!”, an obvious result of me playing the Beatles’ “Drive My Car” over the credits. To that, I responded, “Of course you can drive my car, Mr. Sozio!”