It’s a hoh
dmd: So… how do you get into this place?
sarah: it’s not that hard to get into a hoh!
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August 2005
party like it’s… er, what?
(written by Sarah:)
Boy: Oh, man, today I got to see all the slick high-tech science labs in the hospital. Everything all organized and labeled, millions of dollars of equipment… I wish our building was like that! Our building is so ghetto.
Me: Er, your building is just offices. What would you actually do differently if your lab was all cutting-edge?
Boy: Play lots of Duran Duran.
2005 08 12
Funeral
I went to my grandfather’s funeral today, and learned there for the first time what he did in the Navy in world war two, and a little bit about why, his whole life, he was always the first to volunteer to do anything and everything.
Apparently, everyone in the military knows that you never, ever volunteer for anything. Everyone except my grandfather, who very early on volunteered for a “secret mission”. This secret mission turned out to be lifeguard duty in Waikiki for a Navy officers’ club. By volunteering for some unknown assignment, he spent world war two on a resort beach in Hawaii.