Meat Party

Last night, geeks congregated at my place to eat meat.

Laura made the world’s best salsa. Finally, after much coercing, Daniel, Dori, Chris, James, and Robert showed up.

The result was to be expected: James repeatedly shot himself in the toe, Robert tried to play with James’ gun, and there was a general argument over whether IPX/SPX sucks more than TCP/IP.

The only casualty was an unfortunate [and very ugly] insect.