Scott wrote this in the early evening:
It seems like I’m always one day away from updating lately, but then I never do. Primarily because what I was looking forward to the next day, which I could then write about, doesn’t come about. So, I’m going to try to break the streak by being proactive.
Tomorrow, I’m supposed to meet future wife Olivia. Now this is the third time that is supposed to have happened (Tofu Fest, Mel’s BBQ); missing a connection once is fairly understandable, things come up. Twice, sure coincidences happen. Three times would probably be a bit more of a sign to move along. Which would be easy to do, what with the having never met her.
Anyways, I do have to head up to Pasadena after work for this meeting, at some sort of free concert, so thankfully my car air conditioning seems to be working to protect me from the “Oh right, it’s August, and I live in a desert” weather. Looking at the words typed in front of me, a concern dawns. The sum total of my instructions are “talk to her” which seems to be in conflict with the nature of concerts, listening to the concert and not disturbing the various people who wish to do so.
On the plus side, I don’t know much about her, so there is a chance that some sort of conversation mediating question may come to mind. As opposed to my more typical “my brain appears to have locked up trying to determine a question that provides an answer I don’t already know because if I don’t know it, how can I figure out what broad category it lies under, and I obviously can’t ask something I know the answer to because she may know I know the answer already (or at least should) and will be annoyed by me asking anyway or forgetting, and I’m pretty sure about 45 seconds of uncomfortable silence have elapsed while I’ve formed these thoughts and now there is no chance of me having the courage to break the silence, maybe if I will it really hard the earth will open up and swallow me, thus negating my need to figure out what to do”
On the minus side, there is the continual scream of the student who suddenly realizes he has finals in all of his classes tomorrow, and he hasn’t been to any of them yet, running through my mind as well.
On the alternate plus side, there is something called Sweet on Geeks, although so far no one has been sweet on me. Possibly because I don’t have a picture, or much of a profile. Really, that kind of site should try to cut down on the page after page of info to input. I tend to get snippy with it after a while and start working against myself.
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