Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Jan. 25, 2005
Moon Drifter

It's been nice and quiet for a couple of days, but tomorrow I get to venture to Payson for a meeting. Driving Boss's van. I've got to give him credit for that one, he's pretty darned brave. But bottom line, this meeting is critical and there's no way that the death trap I drive in town is going on a four-hour round trip through the mountains during another storm.

It'll be cold further north, though I talked to a fellow radio person there who assured me that it'll be rain, not snow. The snow level should stay around 7000 feet (elevation) and Payson's at 4648 feet - just enough higher than where I live to be in a very different climate, but low enough that there's not likely to be snow tomorrow. Barring catastrophe I'll stop and say hi to my friend at the other station. He's probably young enough to be my son, but he flirts with me every time we talk on the phone and insisted I stop in while there.

I won't be able to do the coffee thing like he asked, though, as he won't get off the air until 3 and I'll absolutely have to be on the road before then, headed home. I have to put a new processor fan and a case fan into our traffic computer at work. The fan was so bad that when Boss asked me to pull the old one so he could get a new one, I clipped the power wires - intentionally. I don't want him using WD-40 and calling it fixed. You do something stupid like that, you lose your computer completely, and I don't want the responsibility when it blows up. ESPECIALLY not that machine, since it carries all of our billing info. We'd quite literally be better off if our server fried, because we've got a backup for that.

Software is created now so that even if you pay a small fortune for the right to use it, you have to pay full price for a second copy as a backup, even though you'll probably never use it and if you do, it'll be for maybe one day while you are fixing the machine that's SUPPOSED to do that job. And traffic software ain't cheap. At least, thank God, we're finally seeing a move away from DOS-based programs for that. (For non-broadcast folks: the "traffic" we're talking about here is commercials and programming - not cars driving down the road.) You pay a small fortune for this stuff and you're playing with a program that's more than a decade behind the times. Everything's windows-based or Linux-based, right?


This stuff is from the Computer Dark Ages, the period of the Commodore and such. Pre-Internet, babeeee. I won't cry to see it go the way of the Commodore, either.

You will be happy to know that I lifted this rather odd quiz from Dangerspouse:

I will be decapitated by head hunters.

How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test

This is going to be a relatively short entry because while I finally broke down and took some sleeping pills last night so I wasn't a complete zombie today, I'm growing zombiefied again tonight. Which is a good thing - it means that hopefully I can sleep again!

Pictures tomorrow night from Payson, if all goes well. In the interim, this is from my webcam last night. At least I'm past the Cap'n Kangaroo stage with my hair. But for the life of me I can't figure out why the bright pink light over my chest. I took several pictures and all but one had that light. Far as I could tell, there wasn't anything around to cause it. Sheesh, first the metallic whatsit next to my bed when there wasn't anything, now this. I'd blame it on the camera but this was taken with my webcam, the previous taken with a digicam. It just annoys me. I can't take a good picture no matter what - something interferes. Darned cameras. I'm not handicapped enough with that face? The cameras have to screw up, too?

Oh well, it's Tuesday, and I will be out of town all day tomorrow. That means I don't have to deal with Boss for a whole day. (Hallelujah to that!!!) I would be a lot happier with cash in my pocket but oh well. That's my own fault for allowing my child to vacuum out my bank account. And it was a full moon this weekend. Figgers.

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 - )