Now I'm Beyond Freaked Out This has got to be the worst day of my life. Seriously. I just got back from the SFMUC and I think I'm about to lose it. I have no one to talk to again. My stupid girlfriend is passed out on the damn couch. There's a bottle of JD near her, completely empty. What the fuck? Did she drink the whole thing? Was someone over? This is totally bullshit. I'm about to go mental over what happened and she's lying on the couch in her frickin underwear. I swear I'm a little bit relieved she's asleep. I have to talk to someone about this, so I guess I'll just post this here. OK. I go to the meeting. Mac Users. Woo Hoo. They're all going nuts over the Leopard release. I don't see the big deal. I guess I'm more of a Vista guy. Anyways, I'm looking around, thinking that something bad's going to happen to her. She actually was a fairly young and good looking lady, mid-30's I guess. Just Google her and you'll see her bio. I don't see how she gets to run a whole company, but I guess she's a pretty shrewd business woman. Somewhere in the middle of the meeting she gives a presentation of her software. I'm scanning the room, looking for badguys, but I think she's saying something about video tags. Like you can create short video messages to tag things with. There was a funny demo where you could mouse over things and a little video would pop up saying things like "this sucks" or "awesome". This is the kind of shit Infinitae could really use. A bunch of people go up to talk, and then later there's a social hour where you can mingle with the guests. I don't know if I'm stupid or something, but of course I've got to meet her. Up close, she really has a nice smile but a firm handshake. I ask her some dumb questions about how they get the popups to play so seamlessly but she just directs me to their jobs page. Whatever. By now I'm feeling like an ass. I got all excited about some stupid list, wasted a whole evening tracking nothing. She's a nice person, she doesn't seem like she'd be involved in any weird schemes or secret games. I still kinda hang out. I notice her grabbing her coat. I sneak behind her and pass out the door after her. This is where things go to hell. She walks over to the cab stand. I mean, I'm watching all this like you watch television. There's a cab down the street but he doesn't notice her yet. Up the hill, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. It's a car backing up. I almost didn't give it a second glance. But something tickles my mind and I realize...there's no driver. Before I can shout anything the car rolls down the hill and runs right into Aileen. I mean, there's no warning because the engine isn't running. She goes under the car and it drags her down the hill a hundred feet or so. Are you still with me here? Someone rolled a car into her. On purpose. I just stand there gawking, while people all around me are screaming and running after her. The poor woman never had a chance. In about five minutes the place is crawling with police cars and helicopters are buzzing all around. If you're reading this tonight, I'm sure it will be all over the news. For like ten minutes I'm just standing there, holding a lamppost for support. My mind isn't even functioning. I'm saying something like "wha wha wha" over and over again. Then a thought strikes me: What if they're here? What if one of them is somewhere nearby? What if they spot me? Sure I could explain that I was at the SFMUC...but if they checked up on me they would know! I get the fuck out of there as fast as I can. Crap, I think Ellie is waking up. When she gets drunk she gets horny. She thinks she's sexy when she's drunk but it's more embarrassing than sexy. It's fine when she's just a little buzzed, but I can tell by the way she's stumbling to the bathroom that this isn't that time. Cool, she went straight to bed. I don't think I'll be able to sleep a wink. I'm going to get a drink and try to relax. I'll see you guys tomorrow. If I don't post anything tomorrow send help. Seriously. Just find my USB key. That will explain everything.