September 2007


In lieu of actual other content, I bring you a bit of the hurricane story:

“Do your best to keep the network up,” Mr. Libby said. “Banking is depending on you. And the rest of our city contracts, of course, but banking is more important than electricity or water. Everyone important will have evacuated, but if the banking servers are down for more than twelve hours the country will be ruined. Do it for the good old US of A.”

“Yes, sir,” they said, none of them with any enthusiasm.

Magdalena smiled and waved. “Ojal√° que se te coman los coyotes.”

“You’re all good kids,” Mr. Libby said. “If you survive, you’ll still have jobs, unless you end up crippled or something. Except Anju, because she’s a communist. Remind me to fire her when I get back. God bless you!” Then he shut the door and his transport took off.

At least this meant they had the rest of the day off.

Heh. Magdalena cracks me up.

Movable Type 4.0. Better authentication. I’ve only changed one
template to take advantage of that, but I may randomly break stuff while
dorking around over the next few days. Don’t worry if something’s
broken; I’ll fix it.

Because I hate spam so much, comments are moderated unless you’re a
trusted authenticated user. Sorry. On the other hand, cleaning spam
off my dead pet entries feels like scrubbing spray paint off their
tombstones. Special circle in hell. Buried in pet feces for all
eternity. If you’re not spam, I’ll approve you.

Also, there’s this new thing spammers do where they post faux emo
crap with their links. “I don’t think I can go on anymore nothing
matters!” with a link to Viagra. This girl is so depressed that her
boyfriend can’t perform that she’s going to end it all? I ask you.
Besides, I generally don’t get emo comments, so they stand out in the
queue.

As you were.

Hey, it could be worse. I had the summer of overtime. I’m even feeling like I might be able to take the hurricane story out behind the woodshed and beat it into shape soon. Maybe I’ll even be able to tackle Lizardfic.
I won’t be doing NaNoWriMo, though. It was fun, but my zero draft was so filthy compared to my usual drafts. It served its purpose, in getting me over the novel anxiety, but…

Only you can prevent fench.

Hygiene FTW