Zombie Satellite Galaxy 15 Still Won't Die

A wayward satellite that has spent months drifting in orbit has not shut itself down as originally predicted, and continues to pose a signal interference risk for other craft.

The so-called "zombie satellite," Intelsat's Galaxy 15 communications satellite, lost contact with ground controllers in April, but continues to follow a stable path as its operators on Earth work to avoid potential interference with other nearby spacecraft.

In an unprecedented satellite malfunction, the telecommunications broadcast package on Galaxy 15 is stuck on and still transmits signals, but ground controllers are unable to control the solar-powered craft. Intelsat engineers initially estimated that the satellite would lose power and shut itself off in late August, but so far, that has not happened.

I think I'm extra cranky about this because I had to get up early, clean up cat poo, go to the doctor and have conversations about new meds, get caught in a deluge, and speak intelligently in a series of back-to-back meetings.

That sucks. Lately I haven't had to clean up cat poo, as the "aluminum foil in the bathtub" trick seems to have worked. And my boss called me this morning to see if I could come in before 9:00 - so I rode my bike but managed to get to work before the deluge.

My dad finally put grass clippings in my composter (he usually mulches them right back on to the lawn) and now I can add the veggie remains I have3 been keeping in the freezer. I should have usable compost in 3-4 weeks. YAY!

My friends on Facebook are posting about a tornado in Brooklyn? WTFF?!

Timelies all!

The only place I can think of where I might be pushing my luck is at work, where I am trying to stay off the computer for non-work-related things. I've been warned about it a number of times by my boss, but it is difficult.

I am currently pushing my luck by posting here and not going to the bathroom. Parents will be here soon for Open House and this is my last chance for a couple of hours....

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Okay, I'm not gonna push that too far and go take care of bidness.

had a micro-nap this afternoon and dreamt I was making out with a friend I have not seen in years. wtf brain?

I need a micro-nap.

So this morning I made this giant list of Stuff What Must Get Done. I color coded it on my whiteboard, Willow style, because really, all this stuff is already on my to-do list. It's just not getting done, so I needed a giant list.

Of that list? I have achieved exactly one thing. One. It turned into this giant, bureaucratic, mistake-discovering all-day project. One that involved going to the IRS website to download amendment forms. It's never a good day that involves going to the IRS website.

And yet? I think I'm going to say fuck it all and go have my swim. Maybe I will come back miraculously clear-headed and be able to, like, do work like an adult.

Okay, first I'll do the dishes, and then I'll say fuck it all and swim.

Plus: I thought that the youth of today was supposed to be MORE tech savvy - why is the youth that I work with less?

I rattled off a number of ways to share tasks at my intern and her response was "...I like paper." Okeydoke!

Liese, your swim is part of taking care of your body and mind. Otherwise you will burn out.

So I didn't doodle. I sat with my hand in my pocket for the whole meeting. The guy next to me doodled. Life isn't fair.