I am home. Not sure if I'm going to get to swim. If the pool opens @6, maybe.
I'm out of practice in recovering from a sudden power loss. Oh, wait. There isn't supposed to be a sudden power loss! Add to the fun, I actually had 4 separate systems to bring up, and they each had their own special snowflake issues.Including one piece of hardware it took until 3 to get straightened out so we could use it. And they don't know why the switch from one trunk to another didn't work when the first failed (though the second soon lost power anyway,) and then they don't know why, when the third trunk failed, it didn't switch over to generator. And they had to do some crazy recabling because a network switch objected to losing power and died, on critical systems, so they had to dig up a temp switch. So that's how many failures? At one point it seemed half of IT was in my office, diagramming the failures on the whiteboard while I was trying to troubleshoot over the phone with someone on a bad skype connection.
I really could use a swim.
I really could use a swim.
Yes! I really want one tonight, but the damn pool is closed until 6:00 am tomorrow. I'll be there bright and early, definitely. Then, if it's going to be as sunny tomorrow as they're saying, I'm going to head over to my apartment complex's pool in the afternoon just so I can read a book and bake in the sun. I'm determined to get a little bit of a tan this year!
Sonofabitch.
I just discovered some oldish gossip from the ex-church, that had been kept so quiet that I was there at the time and didn't even know about it until just now; apparently the current pastor not only just recently fired and evicted the ex-pastor, but previously, in late 2009, had fired one of the priests in residence, a lovely Australian man who'd been living in Berkeley for years while doing various postgrad projects and courses at Cal, and who had just started cancer treatments a month earlier when he was told, "Don't even bother dropping by the rectory to pick up your mail."
What. The. Fucking. Fuck.
who had just started cancer treatments a month earlier when he was told, "Don't even bother dropping by the rectory to pick up your mail."
Wow, that's just the definition of dickish.
Timelies all!
My parents are visiting this weekend.
I felt like GWB spent like half his presidency vacationing at his ranch in Crawford, but I suspect that was perception too,
well, it was kind of legit, he spent 487 days at Camp David and 490 days at the ranch according the the Huffington Post. So 977 days not working. Well, there is some possibility that he was working at Camp David.
a random order meara:
So 977 days not working.
Huh? Now I'm curious. I wonder how that stacks up against the other presidents?
That sandstorm is scary looking.
Also, count me as among the CU members here. In more than 10 years, never had a problem with them.
A co-worker sent me this
[link]
to her friend's album of aerial shots of the flooding in MO/IA/NE/SD. Very impressive.
And a news report with video from Yankton SD: [link]
Huh? Now I'm curious. I wonder how that stacks up against the other presidents?
More vacation time than his father, Carter, Clinton, and Reagan (who if memory recalls, set a record back then).
