Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Can my vacation start, now?

    It took me until 12:30am to get to bed, in large part because I forgot about the need to reformat and reinstall the laptop, and in small part because of the need to do laundry so I could actually finish packing.

    It took me almost five full minutes to get my brain working when, at 3:30am, the overnight guy at work called to tell me the email server had kicked everybody off. (And by “everybody” I mean “him and the one other guy who was there.” But you get the idea.) We’re having That Damned Email Server Problem again. The late night I put in on Tuesday was a complete waste of time (and money spent buying a network card and having it Fred-X‘d to me).

    It took another twenty-five minutes to walk him through the entire procedure of gracefully exiting everything on the server and then bringing it back online again.

    It took about another half-hour to get back to a nervous, fitful sleep.

    My alarm went off at 6:30am. I start my vacation today, one way or another. Here’s hoping I’m coherent enough not to do anything boneheaded between now and, oh, my next chance to get some sleep.

    See you Monday night, folks…

  • Why now, o cursed immune system?

    Back when I worked at my old job as a mail clerk and package shipper, I got sick constantly. I knew then that the job was just a bit too much for me to deal with… but hey, what’s wrong with working open to close, Monday through Saturday? Right?

    Since I got this new job about six years ago, I haven’t really been sick that often. I get the occasional cold, and I’ve had the flu only a couple of times. So why, now, does my body have to betray me in the days before I leave for Sakura-Con?

    Yep. I’ve got a sore throat, the telltale swollen glands, and a moderately unpleasant little cough that won’t quite go away. Lovely, just frelling lovely. I leave tomorrow morning for five days in Seattle with a few thousand anime fans and my girlfriend. This is gonna be a blast

  • Not much changes, really.

    The email server crashed again today… which pretty much sums up Monday at work in a nutshell. I did, however, get to do lunch with Lil’ and Lyse. Can’t go wrong there, eh? Much blushing and teasing to go around, like usual.

    As for the weekend, I spent Saturday afternoon and evening at the kids’ place, and Sunday goofing off at home. Again, same old same old. Maybe I really am a creature of habit.

    Look for a big break in the routine this week, though: I’m going to Sakura-Con on Thursday, and I’ll not be home until Monday night. Woo!

  • That Elusive… Spark (test, that is)

    Because he and she and she did ‘em, I did ‘em too.

    The Pickup Test

    You have achieved the Golden Mean! You are
    35% pickup-able!

    You’re like Jen. Do you know my friend Jen? You’re just like her””she’s like this cool girl who’s attractive and funny. I should call Jen. Or maybe you’re like my friend Steve. Regardless, you like to flirt, but not with ugly people. And when you lock eyes with the right person, you know how to turn the sparks into a towering inferno. But sometimes you won’t give people the time of day, which is mean when they really just need to know what time it is. In general, make sure you smell good.

    Dumb question moment: How can all of us have achieved a Golden Mean when our scores vary from my low 37% to Lil’s 62%? Whatever…

    Are You Dateable Test

    Damn, Rico! You are… 74% dateable!

    Attractive and confident, witty and charming, a healthy ambrosia-based diet… you’re wanted in the 48 contiguous states, you slayer. Call me. Seduce me. Make me a woman (or man.) Not only do you know how to turn a girl’s (or guy’s) engines on, but you also know how to oil, lube and rotate it. You put the “elation” back into “relationship,” and the “night” back into “one-night stand.”

    …which puts me within a couple percentage points of the other three. Personally I think The Spark gave me more credit than I really deserve, but what the hey.

  • The Ballad of— AUGH!

    Matt went hunting for music based on or inspired by the writings of Tolkien, and found more than he bargained for.

    And I quote: “I’ll likely have recurring nightmares about THIS. Why are the dancers wearing plastic Vulcan ears?!”

    (Note: Quicktime plugin required to fully, er, appreciate the content of the following website.)

    Ballad of Bilbo Baggins

  • Sweet Jesus!

    (Sort of) via Stavros the Wonder Chicken, this bit o’ funny from Davezilla…

    …because I’m way, way too wiped out to actually write anything. Sorry. It’s been that kind of week.

    Sweet Jesus