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  • Inverse Progress Achieved

    When you start the day with functional but slow and incomplete network-share browsing, and end it with no network-share browsing whatsoever, you know you haven’t exactly had the most productive working day ever.

    When you “accomplish” this by following to the letter the precise instructions found on a half-dozen websites on the subject, instructions meant to solve the original problem, you know that the whole damned thing’s a scam and a waste of time.

    When you realize that you’re the only person who really needs (and I’m using “needs” in the loosest possible sense of the word) to browse Microsoft Networking shares in the first place, you know that it’s time to just take a deep breath, shrug the whole thing off and move on to your next impending disaster…

  • Spam 1, Legitimate Mail 0

    We’re having email issues here at the office. This isn’t really a change from any other day, on the face of it, but what’s special about today’s issues is the phrasing of the complaints.

    “Why are the spam mails getting through when the emails from my clients aren’t?”

    I wish I had a good answer to that. Bleah. It’s only getting worse, day by day, and I’m not the guy with the power to change how the system works, so all I can do is shrug and commiserate. This doesn’t really help the situation much, but at least most of them understand that I’m not the bad guy here. I keep telling myself that this will count for something, some day.

    Yes, I’m a dab hand at the self-delusion schtick. Why do you ask?

  • On the thin ice of a new day…

    Well, instead of watching people skate on ice, we nearly skated ourselves… for about ten seconds before we decided that it would be sheerest folly to attempt an on-foot transit from the house to the MAX station.

    Oh well. I hope the others had fun. We stayed home and played City of Heroes. (What else were we going to do, eh?)

    This ice can be gone any time now, thankyouverymuch.

  • Road Trip!

    Mari will be picking me up shortly so we can head up to Seattle and abscond with Dawn for the weekend. Why, you ask? Because Mari picked up more tickets for the ice skating thing, and she knew Dawn really wanted to see the show. And, of course, because Mari Is The Coolest ™.

    Wish us luck, safe driving, and clear weather. See you later!

  • Nocturnal Female Equidae

    In the future, let us consider that when one’s trying to catch up on sleep and, in fact, get enough good sleep to be at all functional the next day, how about not spending the whole night in a series of creepy nightmares about demonic curses and alien invasion?

    Why? Oh, just because…

    Full points to my subconscious for creativity, mind you. The curse sequence was complex and bore a kind of slow-building dread that you find only in the best horror movies, and the alien invasion sequence was rather subtle. It was my job to figure out if the aliens could be trusted, and by the time the alarm went off I wasn’t quite sure that they were here with evil intent. The gist of it seems to be that they studied humanity very closely in order to most effectively come off as having all of the best of our ideals, but it seemed a little bit too perfect.

    Anyway. Fun dreams (okay, the demonic part wasn’t much fun) but still, the sort of thing you wake up from a lot during the night. Argh. Who needs sleep?

  • 2004, sentence by sentence.

    As per Glimpse of a Girl, taking the first sentence of the first post of each month and glomming them into a single paragraph. So here goes:

    I woke up this morning with the alarm. Well, other than the parts early in the morning I only vaguely remember, the day was taken up mostly with trying out the Return Of The King game on the PC, and having Geoffrey over for chit-chat of the idle and not-so-idle variety. Why haven’t I been updating lately? Went to lunch at Chang’s Mongolian Grill with Wendi, and the title of this entry is what the fortune cookie I received had to say. Saturday, other than some Diablo II before I left the house, consisted almost entirely of spending time over at the kids’ place. Via The Average Bear, I give you The Day After Tomorrow In Fifteen Minutes. Marlon Brando, dead at age 80. In lieu of content, linkage. Under no circumstances whatsoever should I be drinking iced tea after 10pm on a work night. Mount St. Helens is, literally, just blowing off some steam. I had an idea. So I sort of blew it on my original plan to post each and every day in November.

    (For you nitpickers out there who fact-check this, yes, I know I deliberately failed to count the PPF as my first post of the year, even though it technically is. All I have to say to that is… well, bite me. If you’re bothered by the fact that some of those sentences actually aren’t, too bad. And yes, I selectively included links instead of faithfully reproducing the original content code for code. And, ah, in one case I deliberately skipped over a one-word sentence fragment in favor of something with actual content. So there.)

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