October 18, 2013 in Uncategorized
More details as they arrive. Or not.
Taj Indian Cuisine:
2630 Baseline RD
Boulder, CO, 80305
Website : www.tajboulder.com
Socializing and drinks start at 5:30. We’ll sit down at 6:00 and order food at 6:30. Then the food will come to us and we will eat it.
As usual, bring books to trade if you’ve got ‘em, and/or take some home.
Bruce will pass the Skald in some clever fashion. It will be awesome.
Sorry for the short notice on this one. Hey, I’m still just happy that we have a web site to post to, again.
Family and friends are welcome, as always. Well, always except for that one time that we never, ever talk about. This time they’re okay.
Update: The more observant among you (dangit, Will and Carrie!) may have noticed that every link on this page takes you to a 404 error. I’ll get this sorted out with the web host as soon as possible. Grumble grumble nanites and their wily ways grumble grumble.
Those of you who are observant may have noticed a month-long hiatus for this site, wherein instead of the charming content you are now reading, you were presented with a big ol’ ugly “PERMISSION DENIED” screen.
Not to worry. Aliens did not steal our web site. It was stolen by mad Russian hackers.
Specifically, mad Russian hackers with evil grins and bottles of vodka ready at hand to fuel their lust for power and their desire to ruin all things good and holy in the world, starting with the demise of bouldermensa.org. From there, who knows where their unbridled hacking spree would have led them? Today, Boulder; tomorrow, the world – next thing you know, the U.S. government would have shut down and we’d all be eating borscht.
Well, at least eating borscht is still voluntary…. the point is: yours truly, your faithful (volunteer) webmaster, wasn’t about to let this travesty go on for any longer than 5 or 6 weeks. Why the delay? I’m glad you asked. First of all, shrinking oneself down to the size of a nano-bot in order to battle evil has unexpected complications – namely, it takes much longer to cross the vast distances between information nodes in the virtual world, particularly when weighted down with supplies and weaponry. Secondly, it’s easy to get lost, particularly when your GPS can only pinpoint your location to within a three meter radius (That’s 3 billion nanometers, for the uninitiated).
But, locate the source of evil I did. Gathered tightly around the main data node for bouldermensa.org was a phalanx of hard, crusty, battle-worn nanites with virtual guns and knives strapped to their tiny little legs, within whose ranks were an additional cadre of elite (and frighteningly ugly) computer viruses with the words “I KEEL YOU” tattooed to their foreheads. These guys looked to be in no mood to negotiate. While the troops chewed on our old photographs, a small team was busily trying to burn their way through the iron door guarding our administrative password. Fortunately, I was able to maintain the element of surprise.
Diving out from behind the dilapidated edifice of a defunct nonprofit’s web site that happened to be conveniently drifting by, I plunged myself into their midst. Armed with my trusty Grrrontzifier hand cannon and my Jzzowwz stick (basically a cattle prod for nanites), I began laying about me for all I was worth. Nano-bots fell left and right at my feet until I had a ring of microscopic bodies piled high around me. Just as the battle was beginning to look decisive, the mother of all nanites came swooping down upon me and tried to devour me whole. Fortunately, I had coated myself with a virtual substance that causes instant vomiting, dizziness and diarrhea in such creatures. It pays to be prepared.
With the boss nanite thus dispatched, it was short work to clean up the rest. Not that they didn’t try to put up a fight – but having already gorged themselves on several of our files, they were not at their speediest. With the threat gone, I then began the work of patching up our sinking ship, eventually repairing and restoring our wondrous website to its full glory.
And there you have it. True story. And I’m back at my regular size now, thank you very much.
Epilogue: several of the damaged nanites were reprogrammed to do peaceful work building virtual roads, bridges and web sites in developing countries. Others were refurbished and sent back to harass the original Russian hackers who dispatched them in our direction in the first place. What goes around, comes around. Cheers!