Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, May. 25, 2004
Whuppings

Got this from wench77 and promised to paste it in here. Tom, you are SO bad for getting this trend started!

radiogurl

is a Giant Man-Eating Plant that is Covered with a Thick Slime, and has Very Sharp Fangs and Heavy Metal Armour.

Strength: 5 Agility: 1 Intelligence: 4



To see if your Giant Battle Monster can
defeat radiogurl, enter your name and choose an attack:

fights radiogurl using

There. I have no superiority complex so feel free to kick my butt. Might even help me lose weight, hehehe!

Ended up getting called in to work at just past midnight, just when I was thinking that things had evened out and I might actually get a short reprieve. Server crashed again - this time a catastrophic Windows failure. I think we had a marginal hard disk and it finally just gave out. *Shrugs* It happens.

Thank God 00 is my daughter and precognizant, a perfectionist with a capital "P". She has been double-loading everything sent to the server, sending both to the server and to our backup machine (which is unfortunately also the machine I normally work on but given that it is now running the station, I'm going to have to figure out some alternative. Maybe Boss's laptop, though I personally loath laptops, hate the keyboard config.)

Still, all in all could have been worse. Wasn't something I could fix without going in, but once I got there and knew what I was dealing with, all we had to do was swap machines - took literally about ten minutes and I was on my merry way home, the station was running the scheduled programming, and life was better than it might have been, all things considered.

And as I told Boss, I had a sneaky feeling we had at least one marginal hard drive. When friend from Quebec was visiting, Quebec and I were discussing the fact that there was one of the drives with a wonky connection. Probably finally wonked its last wonk and said no more. We've got more hard drives so in a worst-case scenario we will snap in another, load the programs and music, and go. (I feel weird calling him "Quebec", oddly enough. But not sure what he'd rather be called, so will settle for that.)

Tomorrow is a day when I'm supposed to have back-to-back-to-back meetings all day. One of them I'll attend, and hope that it's not as long-winded as it typically is. The others, I have a feeling, will be abandoned while I try to effect repairs to the server again.

Actually considering it's now 2:14AM I guess it's not tomorrow - it's today, albeit later today. I should've known. The computers were being entirely too good. They were just saving up. And yes, I do anthropomorphize machines. No matter what anyone says, each one has a personality. Some are cooperative and easygoing, and I swear there are some that are possessed. I think of the server as a drunken derilict that can't hold a job and has no memory, no matter how you clean it up. Methinks if I can't resolve this hard drive issue, we're going to pursue a whole new machine, because Radiogurl is getting ready to tell Boss to stick it where the sun don't shine if I have to fix it many more times.

Oh hell, I'd be happy to tell Boss to stick it where the sun don't shine on principle, but that's another matter.

However, after the past weekend, I have been given strict orders by a couple of friends to get my ass in gear and get my resume and audition CD to them. I really have to do that, I guess, too. I am not going to ever get out of here if I don't work on at least those basics.

Despite the midnight scramble, I'm in as reasonably good mood. Of course, talk to me tomorrow and chances are it will have evaporated and I'll have put on my domme persona - minus the leather. It suits me well in this business.

Bring it on! I'll be packing a whip.

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 - )