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Looking For Quacks In The Pavement

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  • “We are worms, sir!”

    Here’s the brief rendition of the last 24 hours in capsule form for easy swallowing:

    So yeah, somebody took their precious work laptop home, got infected by that bleeping worm, brought it back and made my day a living hell yesterday. I answered my cellphone blocks away from the office and knew that my day would consist entirely of fixing and patching, patching and fixing.

    And so it did. Occasionally I sat down to nibble on some snack food, but generally speaking I was on my feet and scrambling around from about 9:30 on. Fun, wot?

    I finished up at about 3:30, and Lilith (bless her heart) swung by to rescue me at 4:00… but first I was obliged to give the nickel tour to her and the “eldest demonspawn.” Nothing shatters a 14-year-old girl’s illusions about the radio business more effectively than a quick tour through the broadcast facility.

    The evening was spent in the companionable environs of Lil’ and Geoffrey’s place, mostly spent cracking wise at various Animal Planet programming.

    Today I’m attempting to reconstruct The Beast, a.k.a. The Standby Enco Server. Wish me luck, I think I’m going to need it.

  • Three More To Go

    It hit me in this past half hour… I’m really starting to feel the exhaustion. Luckily the Blogathon group remailer and a very kind comment left here are all encouragement to keep going. Ninety more minutes, that’s all it takes.

    Oh, and the X TV series? It’s very pretty-looking so far, but I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. We’ll see… but not tonight. Clearly watching subtitled anime is not the right idea at this hour. Some other time perhaps.

    Speaking of which… see you in half an hour for the Final Hour Timecheck. Huzzah!

  • It’s a good night for drunken dialing.

    If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

    *ring!* *ring!*

    Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

    Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

    Me: Who?

    Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

    Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

    Him: *mumble*

    *click*

    I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.

  • Getting a load off.

    What do you know? I was a productive member of the household for almost half an hour. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, which also meant cleaning out the sink and throwing away all kinds of foodstuffs left out for the flies to graze upon.

    Next time, garbage. No, not Shirley Manson and company, sad to say.

    Also next time, pictures. Not of bunnies, sadly (still waiting for Erica to be home for that) but of what happens when plastic utensils are left in an oven when that oven is turned on by someone who didn’t know that dirty dishes were being stored therein. Yeah, it’s kinda neat but mostly just geeky.

    And it’s bloggable, which is what this is all about: Finding goofy things to fill 24 hours’ worth of entries. Yeah.

  • Snacky Goodness

    Wendi and the kids have returned. The children are cleaning their room in anticipation of The Great Bunny Photo Shoot, and Wendi’s preparing for her impending DJ gig. Me, I’m chowing on Wheat Thins, drinking Mug root beer, and looking forward to lots of orange juice, corn dogs and chicken.

    That’s right. We now how to live, baby.

  • Blogathon – One Third Complete

    After eight hours, I can safely say that I’m well on pace to manage another sixteen hours of this nonsense. It’s all for a good cause, right? Doing the right thing is where it’s at!

    (Erica learned a pointed lesson just now. She offered to vacuum their bedroom’s floor, then decided she didn’t ‘want to,’ badgering Alex into doing it. So she pouted and got her way, then assumed she’d get to jump onto the Dreamcast while Alex did her chosen chore. Uh, no. Alex gets first crack at the gaming console, kiddo.)

    (So now she’s in there vacuuming, having offered to do ‘the other half’ of the chore. Heh.)

    What do you know? What’s going on around me really does provide a rich source of writing material. Imagine the hell outta that…

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