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Thursday, Jun. 10, 2004
Timbuktu_Or_Bust

Survived the day - sort of. The station crashed, but at least this time it wasn't the computer's fault. A whole circuit fizzled and died.

Of course that didn't do nice things to the server, either, but at least as nearly as I can tell it didn't get completely toasted. I did some maintenance things and we were back in business, albeit without any power backups, because THREE of our UPS (Universal Power Supplies) went ka-plooey, and took out the surge protector with them. Apparently this has been a longstanding problem.

Sorry about that last technical term there, the ka-plooey thing. You know how us geeks are with our gadgets and big words.

Still working on a few dozen other projects, finally tonight started tackling my personal site, where I'm trying to streamline and bring all of my personal stuff into ONE page (it's now scattered across five) so that I can dump the superfluous ones. It isn't going to make a lot of monetary difference but it's just easier to have everything in one place.

But it's a pain in the butt, too. My domain, much as I like it, uses a system that doesn't recognize Microsoft Word input. That means that everywhere that there's a symbol that's not plain-text - which in MS Word includes all quotation marks, apostrophe's, elipses, and more - it gets converted to a question mark in the page until I go back and edit every single one.

EVERY one.

Y'all, I have well over 100 pages on my site, each one with at least two or three thousand words. It's gonna take some time... The one thing I DON'T have, naturally.

Well, that and money. And a life.

But whatever.

Got an invitation today to another meeting - actually two more. One is essentially winding down, the other is something just starting up. I still think back to the good old days when I had to bust my ass to find ANY real news. Now there's no shortage of things to report, but the government got pissy when I asked about trying to clone myself to cover everything. Since Boss isn't willing to pay double, guess I'll have to keep making do, anyway.

I still haven't bought a stove. My youngest son called today asking to borrow $100 to put toward his new car. I'm driving something from 1990, pushing 140K miles, and he's asking ME for the cash to help him buy a brand new car? Ummm... I am willing to help him as much as I can but I think I'm going to have to draw the line there. I still have my own bills to pay, and it's air-conditioning season so my electric bill's skyrocketing. Plus with the shrinking weight I have a shrinking wardrobe - not only in actual size, but also in quantity. I run out of clean clothes between paychecks. I grind my teeth thinking about it, but I'm going to have to buy some more clothes, and soon. I weighed myself today - lost another eight pounds. Surprised me because I figured I had actually gained a little, if anything.

I'm also about to the point of looking into my OWN car. I really can't keep pushing my current vehicle. It's still running reasonably well but beginning to wheeze and whine at me somewhat. I've put almost 70K miles on it in two years, guess that it's got a right to complain. I just hate to think about coughing up a few thousand bucks to get more wheels.

And there's no way I'll be looking new, not on what I make and on my expenses. Must be nice to be just a roommate who pays a share of the bills.

End of bitch-fest for the night. I'm still a little congested and going to bed very shortly, but overall I'm feeling better. And in spite of the complaints, I'm gradually progressing on several things.

Now if 00 and Pipeboy will just get their own place.

Of course I've already been notified that if and when they do, there's a good chance that my youngest daughter will move back in. And if and when that happens, I'm moving to Timbuktu, pronto.

I wonder if they have high-speed Internet there?

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )