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For some reason I can't get to this system sometimes from work, but then when I get home all is well. I hate that. I'll ping ping ping it but nothing, wait a bit and it's back.

Tres Weird.

I'd move this site off this box and onto the UFies server, but that would mean that wouldn't be my home ya know?

Well, DC was again a turmoil. It truely showed how men are stupid creatures who do and say the wrong things at all the right times. And by right I mean in the sarcastic way, not the ironic way. Ah well. Looks like there are get backtogeathers in store though.... Dawson's mom and dad are lookin' pretty good, Joey is over at Dawson's place watching cheesy old movies, and whatsherfacethecrazychick is forgiving Pacey.

Ah, some time for contemplation. You know, sometimes I'm caught in this sort of, helix of thoughts. I'm either a God or a Loser, and at times I'm not sure which. On one hand, I know firwalls, networking, programming and other computer-stuff better than a lot of the people around. That of course includes the tech support people I call on the off chance that they know more than me, the random idiots at matress stores who are looking for a computer (fat chance bucko! you gave me bad vibes), and the people who can't figure out how to make the McDonalds cash machine work (speaking of which, they now have machines to give out change, to remove the responsibility of the intense math required to figure out the change for a $5.00 bill on a $4.70 meal... let me take a tangent for a second....

is it just me or are the machines that are out there these days not allowing us to do more, learn more, realize more of our potential as human beings, but instead allow, no, encourage people to become MORE STUPID THAN THEY ALREADY ARE? If you have people who can't get their change right, don't require they have grade 3 math skills, no get a machine that can figure out the change for them! Don't have the skills to buy a book and learn to play the guitar yourself? Buy a computer program/video that tells you how to do it all in 4 easy hours! Don't have the brains to eat properly? There's machine out there that'll take the fattiest steak out there and turn it (through use of some revolutionary drip technology) to be actually good for you!

... but I digress.....)

where was I? Oh yea, I like, know some stuff with computers.

On the other hand, I'm also surrounded by some very smart people. Smart enough to make me feel like an idiot sometimes. Computer and life wise. There was someone I met a while ago who made me realize I didn't know a thing about life, love and such not. It gets pretty intimidating sometime. Oh I'll survive. Hell, I might even learn something one of these days.

Shopping! Whohoo! Fresh lunchmeat! I happened to see an old friend from University in town too. A girl named Shawna that I used to give a ride to school occasionally. She was in our (our being the other people in my program) for a couple of years and then she sort of dissapeared. I sort of notice this group of three girls as I entered the shopping mall (with a huge neon "Enter the Excitement" sign over the door... I'll bitch about that some other day) but didn't really take any notice of them (other than any male would take notice of a group of three young and attractive females). Later on, while heading down the meat isle I passed by them and heard the name "Shawna" mentioned, which clicked that I recognized the one in the black shirt. Looking back I found I even recognized the face! This is a huge victory for me and my memory.

I continued shopping and left mind you. I thought about stopping and saying hi, remember me from way back in the dark ages? but decided not to. Maybe next time, but tonight I didn't have the energy I don't think. 'sides, I had to fix a webserver (or try to anyway).

Aside: Wiiiiiiiiim!!!!!

Funny link of the day:

In particular:

So here I sit, about to get back to work to fix some weirdass virtual host problem with apache and listen to Blue Rodeo's 5 Day's in July and contemplate and write. Funnily enough it doesn't matter that the smegging website is down (or so it appears) until I lay my hands on it... just yammering on and on (and on and on) is good.


Ah yes, just when you thought my life couldn't get any better, and things were all roses, dancing girls, and fresh herring.... yup, another person (and I use that term loosly) decided to back out of their parking stall beside mine and crunch my sidepanel. Remember this? Well, in almost the same spot yet another bumper of evil got me. This one isn't going to be polished out though... The metal by the wheel well is crumpled a little and the nice shiny rim (sport wheels I believe they were billed as) got all munched up. I get the joy of talking to the backstabbing bastards named ICBC tomorrow to see how much of the damage they are going to say "it was probably there beforehand" to. If they do try to screw me out of it.. well, I'll be angry. I am only guessing they'll try mind you, I might be lucky (pah!) and have them say they'll replace everything.

The only good news in this is that there was a nice guy who saw it happen and got the bastard's plate number, so I got to go to the police station (and talk to a very nice constable named Stenbeck) and file a report. As much fun as that sounds, I could think of much better ways to be occupying my afternoon with (like coding C! wh00p!).

Oh yea, to make my night really great I woke up to cat puke on the bed this morning at 6am. Joy... lucky the bed is large enough I can just sort of slide over to the other side. Oh, and the timing was good too because I just did the laundry last night too. Fun fun. (well, at least I didn't have to start turning my underwear inside out).


My dad is indeed the best woodworker in the world. Last friday the bed that was made for me (as I'm in a larger little cave now) arrived. An awsome oak beauty. Pictures will follow soon.

Needless to say I'm still adjusting. The cats have far more excersise over such a large area and consiquently I appear to have gotten much less sleep lately. Seems that this new scary object that takes up most of the bedroom doesn't quite smell right and pacing back and forth over it (and me) is required.

Along with the arrival of the bed was that of yet another lowering of my faith in mankind. It's no secret that I not only have a minute amount of faith in people in general, but I hate them. Now when I go to a mattress store, say on a thursday, and talk to a salesperson... lets call him "Moe" (note that I'm not saying that I'm protecting anyone's identity), and say I'm interested in a queen size matress. Say Moe shows it to me and I give the standard, "I'm looking around, thankyouverymuch." After which I shop around some more and found that said queen size matress is the best deal around. So the next day, Friday, when my hypothetical bedframe arrives, I head out to said store to purchase my queen size matress. I go in and say to the lady (this is not Moe) that I'd like this [indication] matress pleaseandthankyou. "What size?" she would ask. "Why," I reply "I'd like a queen size matress please." After which they charge me (an arm and a leg I might add) for a queen size matress and I recieve a bill saying that I have puchased, yes, you guessed it, a queen size matress. So I head around back to collect this mattress from Moe, who happens to be in charge of this at the time, and take it home. Upon placing it in the bed I find that it is...

And now I'll let you all take a wild guess here... do you think the answer is the obvious "queen size matress" or not?


not a queen sized matress. Why instead of giving me the obvious choice of a queen size matress but in fact is a Double.

To make a long story short, a call the place to tell that that yes, they will stay open beyond 9pm while I come back to exchange it, and I had a perfectly fitting matress.

But people still suck.

So it's monday, and I watched Dawson's Creek today. No plot summary today (story told 4 times, kinda cool, joey and pacey decide to tell dawson about "them" and they break his heart (duh) and at the end she ends it with pacey) I have bigger fish to fry.

It's about Joey. While a beautiful creature whom I am in love with (alas, I'm nothing but a dirty old man for it), she is I'm discovering, a devious bitch. Yes, that's right. Lets take a look here. She's in love with Dawson forever. Finally they get togeather and she dumps him in some bizarre ass "I need to find myself" bullshit. He's devestated. Some time passes, summer ends, whatever. He gets over it eventually and deals with it, as we (men) have to. She comes waltzing back in and decides "oh deary, I was wrong" and expects that he'll jump back into her arms. He's been hurt and doesn't, and eventually, and after much work, they become friends again. This is good. Then, while things are going great and wonderfully she decides she's going to have a go with his best friend! Now I'm all one for true love, so I even give her the benifit of the doubt. If it's meant to be it's meant to be right? So then they (this being the devious wench and Pacey) tell Dawson that there is a "them" and destroy him once again... showing him that not only has his best friend been sneaking around behind his back and lying to him, but he's been doing it with the girl that he's always wanted. Again I still can give them the benifit of the doubt, sometimes there are casualties in the path of true love. But the kicker is when the little tart tells Pacey that it's over right at the end of the show! WTF? All that work and you decide to break not one but two hearts in one night??? My god you bitch! Destroy the man who has loved you all his life as well as the one who has just fallen in love with you!

Ok, rant over... I'll deal :) I suppose I really should get out more. Like running. In the morning. And it's late. And I will go I promise! (and it's early enough that I can and get more than 5 hours of sleep!).


Just got back from Braveheart II, or The Patriot as some have called it. Not bad. They didn't skimp on the gore that's for sure. There was too much patriotism (I expected the evil English to say "Oh deary, there's no way we can win against this rag tag group of rebels who fly their flag so proudly" or something like it). The movie was about 45 min too long (at almost 3 hours (minus trailer times) as well.

The one good thing is I saw the next movie I'm going to get excited about. Called The Vertical Limit or something like that, it's an Everst adventure movie. Looks tres sweeeeet.


Well a couple of long days of work going. See, they finally finished up with the reno for the carpet. The night before last I packed up everything into boxes for easy moving. Cyranth (across the hall and afflicted with the same flood problem) said they'd probably do everything. The building manager thought they'd not do the bedroom. Now one way I have to pack up everything, the other I can move lots of stuff into the bedroom. I had to take the former, just in case. No chance am I letting some random mover dude throw my computers and stuff around!

Anyway, they didn't do the bedroom. Looks like they used it for storage though, as they moved around all the stuff in there. Stole my closet door too. No clue why. Now I didn't use it that much, well, at all, and it was in the way a bit, but it provided a very convenient place for me to put my housecoat in the evenings.

Last night I got the place about 80% back to normal. Bedroom started (still waiting on a new bed to complete that) and living room mostly done. I re-arranged things too... moved the desks back a bit, swapped walls with the bookshelf, and swapped the couch and TV/entertainment center (what I whistfully call the stack of cd and tape player). It seems like there's more room too (even with my bike sitting in the middle of the living room. Hmmm... the ficus is still outside... maybe I'll move that behind the couch (it's a little angled). Anyway, tonight I get to get that mostly finished up. RSN I'll find a matress/boxspring so the journey from minute little bed to spread-out-and-enjoy-the-room bed will be complete! Muahahahaha.

I even feel like I've recovered from missing the trip. Tonight I'll go to bed at a decent hour again so that I can get up to do my running in the morning.


Arrived safe. Tired. Hungry. Sleep soon. Wear shorts tomorrow.


There's nothing more comforting than being told by your server farm people "you're now on a WORKING ups."