An interesting night
Jun. 7th, 2006 06:43 pmThis is going to have to be a protected entry. Everybody here in Tufts knows about all this, but, you know how it goes. Can't let Bill and Fiona see it. Or, you know, Thompson people. That would be really bad.
That reminds me, I meant to make a protected entry mentioning sometime that Jack has actually been back several times since he was banned from housing. Eventually Bill caught him - he didn't tell housing or anything, he didn't get him in more trouble, he just told him he had to leave, and he hasn't been back since.
Regardless...
So it all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. No, no, that's not right. Really I should go back to earlier in the day, when Alex asked me if I knew how to send an email from someone else. Actually it goes back farther than that, to Alex asking me about a strange email she had received from Facebook (a friend request from someone she knows, despite the fact that Alex is not on Facebook), and me suggesting it might be fake. Anyway, she asked me about sending emails from someone else's address. So I sent her an email from herself, then demonstrated how to do so. (Not how to really make an email untraceable, of course, I just mean how to put a false address on it.) She was particularly interested in the fact that the To: and Cc: headers were not necessarily related to who the email was actually sent to, and sent an email from Kate to Kate, but with the To: header being their stat professor's email, with Kate's address Cc'ed, asking the professor on a date. Kate correctly figured that she hadn't actually sent it to him, though.
But that was in the afternoon, and much before the rest of this. What happened at night, that all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. They had decided to play a drinking game. I walked into Alex's room just after they started. They had Google Video up - they were watching Martin Luther King's famous "I Have a Dream" speech, and drinking on every occurence of "freedom", "dream", "Negro", or "black" (occasionally counting "liberty" as well). Suffice it to say that they were pretty drunk.
( The disgusting part )
( The less disgusting part )
...people have been congratulating me for both these things since they occured. Though, how it was determined I sent that, I don't know. Alex said she didn't tell anyone and I assume no-one put in the effort to trace it. Probably someone just overheard as we were writing it.
-Sniffnoy
That reminds me, I meant to make a protected entry mentioning sometime that Jack has actually been back several times since he was banned from housing. Eventually Bill caught him - he didn't tell housing or anything, he didn't get him in more trouble, he just told him he had to leave, and he hasn't been back since.
Regardless...
So it all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. No, no, that's not right. Really I should go back to earlier in the day, when Alex asked me if I knew how to send an email from someone else. Actually it goes back farther than that, to Alex asking me about a strange email she had received from Facebook (a friend request from someone she knows, despite the fact that Alex is not on Facebook), and me suggesting it might be fake. Anyway, she asked me about sending emails from someone else's address. So I sent her an email from herself, then demonstrated how to do so. (Not how to really make an email untraceable, of course, I just mean how to put a false address on it.) She was particularly interested in the fact that the To: and Cc: headers were not necessarily related to who the email was actually sent to, and sent an email from Kate to Kate, but with the To: header being their stat professor's email, with Kate's address Cc'ed, asking the professor on a date. Kate correctly figured that she hadn't actually sent it to him, though.
But that was in the afternoon, and much before the rest of this. What happened at night, that all began with Kate and Alex getting drunk. They had decided to play a drinking game. I walked into Alex's room just after they started. They had Google Video up - they were watching Martin Luther King's famous "I Have a Dream" speech, and drinking on every occurence of "freedom", "dream", "Negro", or "black" (occasionally counting "liberty" as well). Suffice it to say that they were pretty drunk.
( The disgusting part )
( The less disgusting part )
...people have been congratulating me for both these things since they occured. Though, how it was determined I sent that, I don't know. Alex said she didn't tell anyone and I assume no-one put in the effort to trace it. Probably someone just overheard as we were writing it.
-Sniffnoy