September 2, 2010

2600

Seen on Twitter:

Whenever I see a 2600 designation in a version number, it's usually an indication of hackers bragging. Something is def up.

Apparently, there's also a viewer mask option in there, too.

If so, then the masquerade is over. All masks are off.

I feel badly for those who put their trust and faith in the malicious elements of that group, only to end up betrayed.

They reached out, only to have their arm come away a bloody stump.

There was potential. There was possibility. There was progress.

Not anymore.

After this point, standing behind them is not loyalty, but willful blindness.

There is no honor in being a dupe or a patsy.


People now have a choice:

  • Call these kids "heroes" and label their nose-thumbing as "resistance" like all Che Guevara shirt wearing fools do, risking their assets and inventories and balances if the Labbies actually enforce their policies and back up their threats with action for once. ("Acta, non verba" anyone?)

  • Call these kids an immature and angry revenge-driven threat to the grid as they are, and hope that the mature and trustworthy developers who got rooked in by Ph0x and J will settle their differences and come up with a new superior viewer product, experience, and service.

The masks are off. All that are left are blinders.

The choice, however difficult, is yours.

It has always been a matter of trust.


If only there was a talented group of developers who listen to their users, provide excellent service, use their product and learn from their mistakes, and police their development team for problems and troublemakers.

Oh. Right. They're called Imprudence.

Good on them.


Unrelated note, also from Twitter:

@Dolly_Parton I hope people realize that there is a brain underneath the hair and a heart underneath the boobs.

Cam inside any brand-new avatar in Second Life, and you won't find either.


I had been thinking about the Emerald lenses of Emerald City when it comes to the willfull blindness many have had to the problems in the Emerald team, but it has been more like The Game based on the malicious intent and attitudes coming out from the primwork.

Patience

It's all about patience, really.

patience

Waiting for folks to send in their share of tier.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop with some Law Of Triangles drama.
Waiting for iTunes 10 to download and let me add a profile pic.

I put on my headphones and search for Colin Hay.


Apple launched "Ping" on iTunes yesterday.

Looks pretty rudimentary and walled-garden at the moment. Sure, there's a crude Facebook connect and profiles running far from the main content highway, but I'm sure it will open up a bit more at some point.

I listen to more podcasts than music, so you'll see a lot of podcast recommendation there. (And more to come)

I'd add some reviews to albums at some point, but I'm so lazy about that I don't even tick off the stars in iTunes on them.

Can I do that with my portable device? Can I key that stuff in on my iPhone instead of having to dock with the mothership and do that?

No?

I guess they're just as walled-garden as SL is...

For now.


The scale's gonna be weird for a few days, I think.

206 this morning, despite the hot dog and the abbreviated afternoon walk due to the rain.

I will just record the numbers and pay attention to the trend instead.

And I will keep walking. And doing situps. And eating salads. And walking past the kolache and donut shops.

It's not even nine yet, and I'm already thinking of my long walk home today.

The fact that I look forward to walking for exercise means I've already won this war.


Coming home from the ballgame, I had a bit of trouble with my pants.

The time to switch to size 36 jeans is coming soon.

Won't spend too much on them, though. Who knows if I will settle there or at size 34.

Time will tell.


When I get home, I find that I'm firing up the laptop, but sitting for a bit with Bruwyn when he climbs up and curls next to me.

Or I stumble to the bed and hang out with Nardo for a bit. (Bruwyn usually jumps up there, and then Myst has to see what all the fun's about.)

I play Words With Friends while listening to various PRI and NPR and How Stuff Works podcasts.

The timer goes off, I get up, and it's 20 every 20.

1... 2... 3... 4...

200 isn't so far off at all, really.

Just be patient.

September 1, 2010

Emerald

It didn't have to end the way it ended, but if the people who were a part of that team are as interested in providing an excellent product with excellent features at zero profit and zero baggage, then they will naturally reassemble into another group in a way that they can meet the requirements of the Third Party Viewer List.

The implosion of the Emerald team and its viewer would normally cause me to rethink my estimate for the Second Life Doomsday Clock at 14 months and reduce it to 12 months, but the news of Howard Look's departure from the Lab sweeps out another element of M's Regime that led the disastrous Viewer 2 push and propaganda campaign.

I use Kirsten's. And I have no plans to change, but I wouldn't be shocked if tomorrow drama exploded all over it for some crazy reason or another. Or if Imprudence went nuclear over some bunny-and-turtles argument.

Will they? Probably not. But stranger shit has happened, right?

Drama explodes over everything that's Second Life-related. It's inevitable, it's unavoidable, and it's eternal.

The Law Of Triangles rules over all.


Walked to the doctor's office and back today.

Got a refill on my blood pressure meds just in the nick of time... they should last until the doc says I can drop them... maybe in November at this rate.

Insurance company rejected the refill on the cholesterol meds, though. I've got more than 30 days left on them, so I have to wait until October.

Damn. 5% cashback on Discover on those will be nice when I do get it, right?

Officially, I lost 7 pounds for the month. More than I thought I lost.

But I think I made up for that today at the ballpark:

Lunch at the ballpark

*sigh* I think I'll be going for a very long walk after the storytelling session today.

Gravedigger

I chatted with ColeMarie last night and she mentioned that she'd gotten banned from the grid because some asshole accused her of impersonating a Linden.

(vinyl record screech) What. The. Fuck.

After she raised a stink with the right people, the 7-day ban was lifted after 3 days and the charges reduced for some bullshit "hurting other's feelings boo hoo I got sand in my vagina" charge.

No apology for falling for some emo-griefer's ban. No explanation for why they pulled such a bonehead move on a well-respected musician and collaborator with one of the best artists on the grid (Bryn Oh).

No. Fucking. Respect. For. The. People. Who. Keep. Their. Business. Afloat. And. Pay. Their. Salary.

Mitch Kapor and other executive Lindens have repeatedly said that Linden Lab and Second Life run primarily on a hosting model for revenue, but if any actual hosting provider laid down bans based on such flimsy accusations and gave such bullshit excuses, they'd be running empty racks and silent pipes within a week.

I work for a very large hosting company, and if I were to stumble across a pirate site run by spamming terrorists emailing child pornography to each other's Iranian and Syrian mailboxes, I'd still have to go up the chain of command and check in with Legal and Abuse before shouting OBEY THE FIST! and nullrouting them.

Also, when we get a call from some branch of law enforcement, we ask for the warrant to be faxed or attached to an email to the right people. That's to confirm that it's a legitimate request before reacting.

(Why do those servers not get iced the moment we see them? Because they might be FBI and CIA honeytraps.)

Even if I were authorized to blow people away on my hunches, I'd still get a second and third pair of eyes on the scene before making the call, then following up on the situation... and if I make a mistake, I man up and admit it.

The greater the punishment for the charge, the more diligence you put into investigating the crime.

In some cases, these are people's businesses, livelihoods, and lifelines. You do not fuck with that stuff without having a damn good reason to.

Oh well. Now that Display Names are coming, who knows what these fucking barneyfifes will end up shooting off when people impersonate each other, beat each other down for fuck's sake, and whip up the usual drama bullshit soup.

nightfall

What a fuckin' world, right?

August 31, 2010

Display Names

Using Display Names, you can't be a Linden, but you can be:

  • Tester
  • Comsys
  • OnTyne
  • Mole

I remember seeing a poster in a security specialist's office that said "The question is not if I am paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?"

I don't think whatever Lindens are in this Display Names Scrum are paranoid enough.

The Lincoln List

(I think I'm going to go all Pathfinder for a bit. Please excuse the wishywashytouchyfeely for a moment. Group hug?)

Of all of Lincoln's quotes, this one haunts me the most:

"I destroy my enemy when I make him my friend." - Abraham Lincoln

When I write up enemies lists (I write my own, thank you. I'm not so weak as to need to open-source them.) they are not with the intention of rallying the world to heap scorn and hatred and invective upon these people, to drive them underground and then seal the cave up after them.

And they are certainly not public things, even though feelings of disdain and anger always show.

Instead, they are meant to serve as a reminder of my failure to seek common ground with those people. They are my way of saying "You fucked up, are you ready to try again or just fuck up some more?"

They say "What could you have done differently?"
They say "Was it so high a price to pay?"
They say "If you cannot forgive now, can you ever?"
They say "Are you ready to confront The Law of Triangles?"
They say "Ready to take another base?"

And they never... shut... up.

Where many people have a Bucket List of things to do before they die, I have a Lincoln List.

These are The Worst Of The Worst, the ones I can identify by the many scars on my back and chest from when they plunged their daggers into me over the years.

(Or when I saw the knife coming, and sent my own into them. The Three Of Swords represents betrayal and loss, after all, but never says who did the betraying.)

It's almost like an astronomer at a planetarium, dimming the lights and turning on the machine, pointing out star after star, constellation after constellation, galaxy after galaxy...

This scar is from when they hid their shame by accusing me of a crime.
This scar is from when they left the door open, and the thieves took everything.
This scar is from when she left me, dripping and confused and alone.
This scar is from when he committed career suicide, and then brought me down with him.
This scar is from when she died and I wasn't there to hold her.
This scar is from when I lent him the money, and he used it for drugs and asked for more.
This scar... this scar... this scar...
This scar is from when I tore you loose from my neck and told you to go suck blood from someone else.

Everybody's got those scars, no matter how well they hide them.

But that's not what life is about. Life's about living, regardless of how many scars you have or how deep they go.

Lashing out in an endless attack on the world accomplishes nothing, and it will consume all of your energy. It will drive off people that haven't betrayed you, because they will fear that you will react to anything and everything as a threat.

Pick. Your. Battles.

If you don't, the fight will eat up all your time and space and thoughts and soul. It will consume all that you are, good and bad, and that's all you will be.

Your enemy has become your master, and they now own you.

Yes, some of the wounds left deep scars, but not all. Others healed up without a trace, and all that's left is the memory of betrayal and anger.

(And fear of suffering that once again.)

Still, you've got to try, right? Every name on that Lincoln List - ones who are there that you know can be scratched out and removed - you think you can do something about it.

Build bridges, not walls.

When I see an opportunity to scratch out one of those names on that Lincoln List, I take a deep breath, find my focus, and ask myself if it's time to try.

It takes the same amount of wood to build a bridge as it does to build a pallisade wall, right?

Sometimes, I'm surprised when it's a race to see who forgives first. I shouldn't be, because it takes so much more energy to hate, block, evade, and maintain malice. It's just easier, and folks are inherently energy-conserving lazy in the end, right?

"Just talk to them" is all it takes. "Take the first step. What's the worst that can happen?"

But for others, there is no common ground or chance for an opportunity to end whatever feud, spat, or rivalry exists. Or they may just be so toxic, evil, sick, perverse, parasitic, fanatical, deranged, irrational, and mentally unstable, any relationship with that individual will always be one that ends in failure.

"They fool you by walking upright" a comedian once said, and I agree with that sentiment.

Those names stay on the list, the ones who always have the knife out, ready to strike. Or they smile, reach out with one hand in friendship, but have that look in their eye that shows they're just pulling you in and looking to slash and stab.

Just like they did before.

Completely beyond redemption. So wrapped up in their pain and persecution complexes, it doesn't matter who else they hurt.

Those names, I do not mind that they are still on the list when it's finally folded up in my pocket and joins me in the incinerator. And I'm sure I appear on a list or two out there.

It takes no effort to filter their madness from the massive conservation out there... every decent social networking system silences their direct stream of spewage, and as long as your friends aren't dingbats, they won't forward or pass along their toxic noted for them.

In the end, you tire of peeking through the holes in the wall to see what they're up to, and ignoring them just comes naturally. The louder they are, the easier they fade into silence.

Mister Flappypants?

After getting an IM telling me about Sextan Shepherd's Nemo stores, I found where he was selling his Vernian style vehicles.

flappy

Behold... MISTER FLAPPYPANTS!

(Okay, so I need a better name for it.)


I bounced pretty hard off of 205 this weekend.

No, don't ask me about the numbers.

I'll just take my beating tomorrow at the doctor's office and make a last push for 200 by October 1.

31 days to go, man. I can still do it if I push myself.

I haven't been pushing myself, though. Taking it easy when I get home and not doing the 20-every-20 situp marathons.

That changes NOW! Shit don't do shit, and words ain't worth shit unless you put your mind to it.

Instead of saying "Acta, non verba" over and over, it's time I applied it to myself.

What I've done so far doesn't matter now... what matters is what I do from here and for the rest of my life.

If there's one bright spot, it's that Discover is having a 5% cashback on drug stores next month and I'm picking up my refills after the doctor's appointment.

Well, that and a baseball game Downtown... usually I walk out of work and go to the game, but I'm taking the day off from work.

Maybe I'll hit the Museum District first, go get me some gallery walking time, and then Dangertrain it up to Minutemaid. (No Hubcap Grill for me this time... haven't earned it.)


MISTER FLAPPYPANTS!

(Hrm... still doesn't work.)


Monday is Labor Day.

Not sure if I want to take the day off or bank it for a Friday off somewhen else.

It's not like I've got big plans at the moment. I'd just turn the day into an all-day workout and walkabout kinda thing.

Maybe if I make some progress and get back to 205, I'll go to the bookstore for a few books and then head to an icehouse or a Mexican restaurant patio and read for a few hours.

Won't be Ninfa's though. Their food is greasy, grimy quesoshit. And every location other than the original has the quality controls of a thousand chimpanzees jerking off on an unmowed football field.

Blech.

(Bitching about working on Labor Day again? Shove it, Paco! You assholes took May Day off to protest, so you don't get Labor Day off. Now dos cervesas, por favor!)

Gotta love days off, right?


MISTER FLAPPYPANTS!

(Still nothing? Dammit!)


For some reason, my size 38 jeans still kinda fit me despite shedding almost fifty pounds. The belt I had was on its last notch... now it's near the last notch on the other end of the notch spectrum.

Speaks volumes for how my weight was distributed... it was all IN MY SKULL AND THUMBS!

Being the cheap bastard I am, I'll make these jeans last until I look like a Dachau survivor wearing Sgt. Schultz's uniform.

I wonder when I was last a size 36... all those jeans got tossed out a while back, despite the fact that I haven't changed styles for 22 years.

And even then, do jeans really change styles much? Besides the jeans conglomerates trying to come up with new patters in seeking out ways of saving micrometers of fabric in each pair sewn by their third world slave labor camps?

I know that my workout shorts are starting to get a bit loose. So I'll wait a week, check out the next sale at Academy, and buy enough to last me.

Underwear, too. But that's already in the plans... Daylight Savings Time: "Spring Forward, Fall Back, Buy New Underwear" right?

(Or just not wear them at all.)


Maybe I'll swing by Cafe Adobe on the way home and...

Come to think of it, their food is kinda gross, too.

Hrm... Chuy's?

August 30, 2010

Walk

205 pounds is a milestone for me.

I saw that number after my two-hour walk yesterday.

Yeah, it's water-weight and empty weight, but it's a milestone for me... at least I know I can get there.

That's 50 pounds less than where I started back in February, and 5 pounds to go for my first major goal of 200.

Fifty. Goddamned. Pounds.

Damn, that's a lot. And I can feel every bit of it.

Yes, I feel lighter. But I also feel every mile I've walked deep in my bones.

That. Shit. Hurts.

But I made it, right?

However, after reaching that goal, I made a hell of a lot of mistakes yesterday.

Worst was a set of fried Thai appetizers I had gotten as a reward for myself, but turned out to be greasier and nastier than expected.

What the hell was I thinking? Why did I get that sabotage food in the first place?

If this change is going to be permanent, I need to put some stuff behind me for good.

Fried stuff is a no-no for many reasons, and that crap ruined my ability to sleep.

I woke up to see 209 on the scale this morning.

Yes, I know that the numbers fluctuate. This is why I track daily in the morning and look at the trend, not the individual numbers.

But still, I've got to get that mistake behind me and snack smart for the next 32 days to make my goal of 200 by October 1.

And I can take comfort in knowing that for a long time, I couldn't get under 210 no matter what I did... now I can't get over 210 despite an entire day of mistakes.

(At least I know we've still got healthy snacks in the kitchen and that there's one less sabotage food sitting around, right?)

So, back to sensible meals, smart snacking, and...

nemo boardwalk

A hell of a lot of walking to get back to 205... and down to 200... and beyond!

Revival?

After EmeraldGate and the willful blind idiocy in the Lab regarding what the massive negative impact will be when Display Names are unleashed upon the customers, I went to Show and Tell at Avaria yesterday in a desperate attempt to restore my faith in the creative side of Second Life.

Lisa9 Chronowire made these crates and showed them off to the crowd:

crates by lisa9 chronowire

"Big deal" you think, right?

These creates are all one prim.

One. Goddamned. Prim.

Lisa's got years of experience with various tools and applied it to SL sculpties with impressive results.


Maybe a little music will help?

I saw this chair on Grace's deck at Nevi.

perfection

It is 1 prim, has 2 animations, no copy/mod, and only costs 5L.

So, I bought a bunch of them and arranged them along with the couples seating in the reading room.

Amazingly simple complex stuff.

(And the music was good too.)


I've been using Logan Bauer's airship for over three years.

I haven't found better... until now.

finding nemo airlines

Wow. Sextan's Nemo airships are just amazing.

But they're not for sale, as best as I can tell.

(Yet)

And despite my loyalty to Pandora Wrigglesworth's creations, including the orrery that I feature in my Reading Room, I saw Sextan's orrery at Nemo and...

nemo orrery

Yeah, we're talking major orrerygasm.

(Pandora's orrery stays, though. Sextan's are standalone and floor-based, not handing constructions.)


For all the Lab's attempts to kick the chairs out of the common folk and capriciously kick random major players in the teeth, maybe amazing creations like these stacks of creates show that there's still hope after all.

Get out of your head and get out there on the grid.

August 29, 2010

Table

Taking a nap on this new picnic table.

take a nap

I found it when I went to a Strum Diesel concert, sat on the picnic table, saw it was 2 prims and had a bunch of poses, and then hunted down the builder's store and bought it with some other stuff.

This is how I buy things, not some goddamned spam message sent by the Labbies picking out the designers who kiss their asses the best and beg to get their locations listed in their yellowpages.

I know where the Destination Guide and SL Marketplace are, you twerps.

Two words: FUCK SANDBOX!
Two more words: FIX SEARCH!


Just finished the Weekly Challenge for the podcast.

I should try to sleep a bit, but I will probably listen to some stuff and then wander out for an hour or two, trying to reach 205 pounds.

I wonder what I will do when I get to 200... I guess that's up to the doctor.

I'll probably make a go for 175 and tone the flabs to abs again.

Just as long as I never see 255 again, I'll be happy.

August 28, 2010

Airship

The place didn't quite look right without the Logan Bauer airship, so...

airship

It's back.


Time for my Kroger walk.

Not much on the shopping list this time around, which means plenty of opportunity to pick up stuff that I don't need.

Maybe I'll just do a wide circuit around Kroger and avoid the temptation. We'll see.


Did my Kroger walk, came home, put the groceries away, had a salad and a few flagons of tea.

Then, when Koroush was done at Nitida Ridge, I went back out to get some extra headphones as well as stock back up on Wild Graden hummus for September at work.

I tacked on some distance to my walk and came back before 2.

The scale says 206.

Good. We'll see if I can keep up the pace tomorrow as I finish out the month.

Goal for end of month is 206, goal for next month is to reach 200.

I know I can do it!

August 27, 2010

Ghosts in the machine...

While walking home from work yesterday, I was thinking of a memorial service recently held in Second Life.

And then, the podcast I was listening to referred to Elegy, an episode of the Twilight Zone.

What if there was a Memorial Hall somewhere in Second Life where avatars could be permanently active, standing in a diorama representing their favorite place in SL for as long as the platform exists?

If such a thing existed...

What would your avatar be wearing?
Where would your avatar be?
What would your avatar be doing, if the bot had an animation sequence?
If the avatar would say anything, what would they say?

Kinda creepy, eh?


Roaming the halls, Wickwire smiles and brushes away the dust.

Is it the weekend yet?

Leading back on a tree stump and reading a book.

quiet reading

You know, I don't go to many music events as much as I did before.

Same with storytelling events.

Perhaps the most important event is just to lead back, open a book, and enjoy?


The Nowhereville opening is almost settled.

Usually, openings are just rubber-stamped, but this time there was a bit of discussion.

And you know what?

It feels good that people are comfortable enough to share their concerns and have a feeling for the spirit/chemistry of the island. It means they care enough to feel and can express those feelings calmly and rationally.

Yeah, I know there's folks intimidated by the process, and when a spot is highly coveted by a lot of people the offers to bid for it come out.

No. Money corrupts the process. The most important issue is to maintain the fundamental peace and mutual respect, cover just the cost.

working again

Cuts down on the paperwork later.


Scale said 207 and 208 this morning.

Normally I'd say 208, but I've earned the 207.

I'll probably be 207 or 206 on Monday anyway, right? I've got a full load of science podcasts loaded up, and I think I'll do an evening walk tonight while having some Words With Friends. (Just gotta avoid the potholes... ouch)

I've still got a bag and a half of salad, so I may just ease back with tonight's Central Market run.

The last bag can be divided among the next three, then add romaine and spinach to thin it out.

(Of course, I'll need tortillas and peppers and onions for the painini press.)

7 pounds left to lose.
34 days to go.

No kolaches.
No donuts.
No junk.
No bullshit.

I can do this.

August 26, 2010

Sunrise

Enjoying another sunrise on Piper Point this morning...

sunrise at fricker

Had a good storytelling session yesterday. Thanks to everyone who suffered along with me.

And, yes, the moment I was done, I logged out and did a 80 minute walk.

I walked into a few trees and potholes, but that's because I just started playing "Words With Friends" and got addicted quickly. (My username is "isfullofcrap" there.)

So far, I've won one and lost one out of the flotilla of games going. Still getting used to the board. (But I did buy the no ads version to show my appreciation to the programmers.)

But it's all paying off... getting that second walk in has me down to 208.

I might make it to 206 by the time I go to the doctor on Wednesday (I'm taking the day off. Will do another super-hike afterwards and go to the baseball game. Should be fun.)

Can I make it to 200 by October 1?

Stay tuned.


"So, what's the deal with X and Y fighting?"
"Ask X and Y."
"I can't."
"Then shut the fuck up. I'm busy."
"But-"
"SILENCE!"

Makeupbreakupmakeupbreakupmakeupbreakupmakeupbreakup...

*sigh* Why do people insist on going out of their way to poke and prod and provoke and make themselves even more unhappy?

Make a list of Other Shit I Need To Do... and then do every item.

I think I need to prove this point... one moment please...


Got a note:

Why are you doing this #prokofybingo thing when you don't read their stuff?

It's to demonstrate that after all this time, it's just noise and buzzwords.

Just like all those people who make drinking games out of the State Of The Union addresses because it doesn't matter what's said, who's saying it, who's standing and clapping, and what commentary the jackasses in the media spew out over it.

What a joke.

(I also wanted to demonstrate that it's stupid to poke and provoke rabid animals. All you end up doing is stirring up a bunch of noise and bullshit for a while until they sniff out another leg to bite.)

August 25, 2010

Mindweight

I avoid caffeine by drinking water and caffeine-free tea.

I also don't eat within a few hours of sleeptime.

I can get to sleep easily, sure. But I just can't stay asleep.

If I go to sleep early, that means I wake up early.

Ben Franklin once said "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise."

Bullshit. I'm cranky and tired and it's dark out.

mindweight

Sync the iPhone
Pet the cats
Sort out clothes for the day
Figure out what to carry into work
Load up the bag
Hunt down whatever's missing
Log on and sync email, bookmarks
Go back to bathroom, see if I feel like throwing up
Knock out DMs and IMs
Pet cats again
Rush out the door

New obsession: How Stuff Works tech podcast. 200+ episodes to go through it, even though they're not as amusing as Josh and Chuck.

It's noise. I can walk to it. Will do 3.5 mile hike instead of Galleria today, maybe stop by Kroger for more bananas and veggies.

Then a shower. Then storytelling. Then...

Not yet. Get back to now.

Walked into a missing Datacenter, all hands on deck.

"Did you look behind the sofa?" I asked, booting up and filling my flagon with iced tea.

As I mollified, pacified, comforted, and stiff-armed the callers and tickets, I went through my usual breakfast routine:

Yogurts (2 different flavors)
Bananas (2 this time.)
Iced tea (Fresh squeezed lime)

"So, have we gotten an announcement posted to forums and Twitter?"

The usual growling back that they can't deal with this "Social Media" shit during a crisis.

Uh huh.

(Fail)


Now that my eyes can focus, I read the note.

Apparently, we're getting a houseguest for an unknown extended amount of time.

Yeah, life's just double-rainbow blessings raining down from God's ass up on his these days.

Drum fingers, finish a banana, and smile through another lovely conversation with someone asking for an ETA.

"I'm sorry, but this has nothing to do with Basque terrorists. It's just a network management module that needs replacing and reloading. These typically happen on a scale of an hour or so if no further complications come up, not on the order of a day or days."

Pop the pillcase.
Open up the W.
Toss back the 3 pills
Swallow tea.

The How Stuff Works podcast keeps playing in my right ear... I learn about voting machines and how we're too stupid/evil a country to do electronic voting, so we have to deal with little slips of paper.

I wonder what Ben Franklin would say about that... if he weren't face down in a French hooker's twat.


Still 209, the graph still shows a downward trend... but the scale is starting to show its age.

I just need to stop adjusting the dial, assume plus or minus one, and wait until I reach my goal before rewarding myself with a new scale that's obsessively accurate and plays music and spends its free time crawling around like a Roomba sucking up bad snack foods and eclairs.

Seven days to lose 3 pounds, thirty-seven days to lose 9 pounds.

Yeah, that's gonna be fun.

If I got this far since February, another 37 days won't kill me.


Wallet's got a new credit card in it, and the "Call this number to activate this card" is still on it.

Oh boy. Another rewards program that I won't use because I do everything on Discover.

It'll serve as a good emergency backup, though.

I stick it in the wallet with the others... if they're giving idiots like me Black and Platinum cards, no wonder why they all needed to be bailed out.

Morons.


Things calm down, I post some updates to customers, someone's finally announced on Twitter some of the details, and I fire up Dribblecast.

It's a good take on one of my stories. (Now that I think of it, the last word should be changed to "disappears" right? And the needle should go into his arm, not his shoulder. This is why I do the readings... if I read it and it sounds awkward, I can edit it before I post the final version.)

I should post more there. And I should read some stories of others... but that involves production and music and...

More things to deal with. As if there aren't enough, right?

The datacenter is replacing the network management module, downloading and configuring it to take the old one's place.

Just sit for a second. Close your eyes.

the last refuge of the scoundrel

An hour and a half down, six and a half hours to go.

The yogurt is gone.
The bananas, with a bit of peanut butter, are gone.
The ice in the tea flagon is almost melted.

It's gonna be bright... bright... sunshiny day.

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