||[May. 13th, 2003|03:57 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
My parents are moving 9 hours away next week. The movers are probably already done packing a lot of their things. The only house I've ever lived in is up for sale. I met them last night to say goodbye, we had dinner and talked for a while. The network I planned for my dad won't work, their basement is fully finished and doesn't have a lowered cieling or any obvious wiring conduits. They gave me a bunch of food, a pile of stuff from before high school, and sent me on my way. I won't see them again for a while.
One of the items in the pile of pre-high stuff was a developmental psych study that some college student wrote on me while I was in kindergarten. 55 pages worth of observational study of my jacked-up little self. Nothing takes a nice, long piss in your froot loops like reading a study that points out in glaring detail that you were just plain born messed up.