Fear the Crab

Today was a busy day for the store. There were a lot of customers, and a lot of purchases, making the night quite a productive one. Add in the fact that Mondays are run nights and it’s easy to imagine how busy everybody was. The rush didn’t die down until 2200, so I took that opportunity to take a break.

Spoke with a few people about my interest in the Tacoma, and so far everyone agrees that it’s a worthwhile purchase. It’s making me feel better about my choice.

Maile is having a few problems in submitting her assignment online. It seems there aren’t any step-by-step instructions on how to do it, and there’s no way of knowing (so far as we can tell) whether or not the assignment was received. It’s not due until the 11th, so Maile has a lot of time to email the professor and ask for instructions. Perhaps there’s a page we’ve missed, or something that helps describe the submission process, but if it’s hard to find, then that’s merely more evidence to our request that it be easy to understand. There’s nothing worse than completing the assignment and turning it in, only to find out the professor never got it.

I’m pretty sure there are other people in the class who are having similar problems. If enough students complain, perhaps the professor will upgrade the submission process.

I’m feeling awake right now. That is not good, since I have to be up in 4 hours to get ready for school.

I remember reading a whole bunch of text, as though I were playing CheesyMUD. However, it was not CheesyMUD, but rather some flight combat simulation game like X-Wing, except it was all in text. Bog and Kyrol were there, in text form, and Kyrol had just tweaked the game code to allow people to join in a combat that was about to happen. Everything was very new to me, especially the commands, and it seemed I was the only one who didn’t know how to attack or maneuver in the game. I was, fortunately for me, unfortunately for them, teamed up with Bog and Kyrol, and I pestered them with questions. This went on for a good minute or two, before I woke up to the sound of a combination lock.