||[Jul. 15th, 2002|12:46 pm]
The Veritable TechNinja
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The chicken whisperer
World record for having 41 pound bricks laid on your unit and smashed with a sledge?
Back off man, this thing hasn't been autoclaved!
The ministry of unfunny walks
Hey, I've won Judo tournaments with piercings and purple hair, dammit
Frechman drops pants at airport security
Lumpy people raise a stink
Since the lovely lady was with her folks for the weekend, we decided to meet up for an afternoon at the plymouth art fair. It was good to have some time to spend with her, and I got to meet one of her old high school friends. The art fair itself was all right, would have been better if my back wasn't killing me from all that cleaning on Saturday. Dropped her friend off, got some coffee at Denny's, dropped P back off at her parents', headed home.
Cleaning is no fun. I got my bedroom as clean as the rest of my place, moved on to my laundry. I fucking hate laundry. I stuffed it in to baskets, got a roll of quarters, and headed down. 3rd floor's washers were all full, so I headed down to the 2nd. Stuffed 4 loads in to three washers at about 7:30. When I came back, there was somebody else's shit just lying there in the dryer. I left my stuff in the washers as I had nowhere to put it. Came back, still there. Again later, still there. Finally, at about 10:30, I stuffed their shit in to the basket and set it aside.
I went down to check on it later, half way done. The basket was still there. Finally, I went down to retrieve my shit at about 11:30. A bunch of my clothes were on top of the dryer, somebody stuffed like three things in to the dryer I was using, had left for maybe 10 minutes after it was done. I went to retrieve my things out of the last dryer, somebody else's shit was in there as well. Either someone stuffed the contents of two dryers on top of one, and I could somehow fit it all in to one basket, or somebody stole/threw away a load of my clothes. The only thing I can't find is the top sheet from my bed, but I don't know if I even washed it. It's nowhere in the apartment, though. I fucking hate this place, I want to move _now_. Granted, I moved some lumpy chick's enormous underwear, but I don't think it justifies throwing my laundry down the chute after 10 minutes of inactivity to dry a handful of shit.
Today should be interesting. Server renewal is finally coming around to swap out my aging NT4 machines for formidable dual P3 Xeons, LTO autoloading tape backup drive, and a 460 gig fiber-channel RAID array. This may well be the end of my storage space woes. I'll never have to swap another tape, I at least know that much. This will be nice. After work, I'm heading up to yet another Olds dealer to buy an EGR valve gasket and to order yet another fucking center cap. This time, I'm gluing it on.