Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2005 15:15:38 -0600 (CST) From: sabrina downard To: Beer Nite folks Subject: Hey buddy, can you spare a $40? X-Code-Word: Fabulous So I had a dream last night. I don't really remember much about it, but here are the high points: . I was sitting at a bar with Johnny, and we were drinking some sort of drink that was served in these wavy glasses, like the bottles that Pom pomegranate juice comes in -- conveniently available at http://www.pomwonderful.com/index.asp -- and apparently it was simply *delicious*, because we kept ordering them. . This led to me paying for a round, which involved the discovery of all kinds of interesting-denomination bills in my wallet. There was a $25 bill and a $40 bill. But my favorite was the $100, which carried a notice printed in red on one side: "Remember, they can't kick you out of the hotel room until someone knocks." Presumably, this was a public service announcement from the U.S. Treasury, who always want to look out for my hotel-being-kicked-out-of welfare. Those guys are the *best*. . Then there were more wavy-glass drinks. . That led, naturally, to visiting the ladies room, as drinks tend to do. Only this ladies room had aisle after aisle of stalls -- think O'Hare -- containing what I affectionately refer to as 'attack toilets' -- the ones that have motion-activated flushing apparati. Except they were all stopped up, because someone had put paper towels in them all. I, being an engineer, wandered into the head, noticed all the ladies waiting for the one working john, and then realized that the paper towels were the root cause of this systemic failure. Through the POWER OF MY MIND, the toilets all became unstopped, because -- as we all know -- knowing is half the battle. Thanks, G. I. Joe! . On my way out of the ladies', I stopped and told everyone not to throw paper towels in the john anymore, because they are just plain bad news, and I am obviously very conscientious. . I then returned to the bar, where John and I resumed drinking our fruity girl drinks in wavy glasses. Therefore, I'm going to Kasey's after work today, where I intend to drink beer out of a straight-sided pint glass, and possibly visit the head, which does not have an attack toilet, although it does have a fake topiary. You are all invited to join me.
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- apples. specifically, gala, jonagold, granny smith, and jonathan apples, and some particularly good but uncommon varieties my local farmer’s market has during the summer. not so much yellow delicious, and red delicious only in an emergency situation.
- green seedless grapes. seeded are out of the question, and i don’t particularly like red grapes of any seed state.
- blueberries. unqualified. although i was really fond of the wild blueberries we picked out in the woods by a friend’s cottage on a house-sized island on a lake, in ontario, several years back.
- things made with cranberries. not so much the actual berry.
and the love flows freely—
it’s a good thing i work here for the money. oh, shit, wait … (minor clarification: i’m actually, for a change, not whining. i find the livejournal thread pretty amusing, actually. and considering we had a group of, like, 14 people to convert over 28,000 people, and it’s working, … we rocked the house right the fuck out.)
i crashed — damn near literally, after i almost fell asleep sitting upright in my desk chair, listening to loud Franz Ferdinand — sometime around eight or eight-thirty or so. (i’m a little fuzzy on the details.) michael had, very planning-aheadingly, brought in sleeping bags and pillows, so i swiped one and shut my office door. i would never before have guessed that i could sleep on an essentially-bare poured-cement floor, but i suppose so long as you’re tired enough (and have a pillow), many things are possible.
people let me sleep, and i finally woke on my own around 13h10. nothing had significantly changed since i went to “bed,” i don’t think; the sendmail mess tang and i had been slaving over for days now was still not working right (and oh boy do i have to write about that at some point, because (a) the sendmail milter docs are BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD and someone is going to PAY, and (b) this resulted in the absolute most fucked-up crazyniquischeme i have ever been involved with (and they didn’t earn the name crazyniquischeme lightly). fortunately it’s only on the development machine; production is still status quo. which is still kinda broken (don’t get me started) but at least the mail is delivered.
eventually.
we were waiting past midnight last night for a new rev of a product patch they wrote for us. turns out that the patch that they wrote to make the stupid thing syslog also resulted in random IMAP connection drops. and fortunately, as a pine user, i got to enjoy EVERY SINGLE LAST one of them, as when pine’s imap connection goes away, it doesn’t silently reconnect, it makes you re-open the folder. everybody using GUI clients didn’t notice, but it was making me batshit crazy all day thursday and friday. sometimes i’d go two hours without the connection dying; other times, it would die within five minutes of the last death. oh man. i’m glad they patched it. it is, however, unfortunate, that they decided to transfer the new version of the patch to us via e-mail yesterday . . . considering that the e-mail system was down. i think max was ready to leap through the telephone and bring the pain, at one point.
there was other shit going down, and i could continue to go on . . . but i really need to shut my face and get back to fixing broken shit.
i need some sleep.
it is 0657 on sunday, 27 february. i have been in the office since 0900 yesterday; awake since 0700. i went to sleep friday night at about 0300 saturday morning. before that, i had been awake since 0600 friday.
i think i am seeing colors.
