October 1, 2000

I just got to clean up a partially-hydrogenated soybean mouse that e/irwin threw up. Yummy! So, I’m thinking this is a bad thing… I called Kai (its her snake, really), but no reply yet. She hasn’t been returning my calls or pages lately… Would be really good if she called back this time, though. I really don’t want to be responsible for killing her snake.

I think e/irwin might get a trip to the vet.

September 27, 2000

James and I went out to the Simi Computer User’s Group meeting today for a linux demo by Orv of SCLUG, and the cybercop lecture by my old mod-squad hacker chick friend from Moorpark. She works undercover as online girlfriends for hacker boys on IRC and reports them for naughtiness. She says she doesn’t report her friends or people she likes, though, and she also doesn’t really like it.

She’s way paranoid, like all traffic to her system needs authorization. She’s not much of a techie, though… and she talks herself up a lot more than she deserves. Shoulder surfing a password is NOT hacking… And if she’s really bouncing her connection through payphones, I’ll install FreeBSD!

September 27, 2000

I tried feeding E/Irwin today, but he wasn’t interested. He made two half-assed attempts, but the mouse jumped over him. I think E/Irwin is too close to shed to want to eat.

So, I was driving the mouse back to Fins ‘n Fangs, listening to it hopping in the Vons bag I use to feed E/Irwin… and I decided, what the hell! So, I turned around, walked out into the field at CLU, and set it free. I doubt he’ll last long, he doesn’t have the instincts, and he’s pure white… but he earned it. Hell, he dodged E/Irwin’s attacks, maybe he’ll have a chance. I just hope he doesn’t head for houses.

I set the bag down in the middle of a horse trail, and waited while the mouse cowered at the back of the bag, so I dumped it over and he slowly started looking around… He wandered away a foot or two, then back toward me… then a few feet away the other direction, then back toward me. I was afraid he was too socialized to people, that there was no way he was going to run for it and I was going to have to keep him as a pet (which would just NOT work) or take him to Fins ‘n Fangs after all… but he wandered off a few feet, went one way off the trail, couldn’t quite make it through the growth, turned back the other way and disappeared into a little crack…

I half expected to see some predator lunge for him as soon as I let him out of the bag…

Good luck, little dude!

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