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nolawitch58Therefore, I'm bypassing the latest meme about asking me to blog about something I don't usually write about. If you disagree, feel free to explain why.
This week has sucked hind tit on a badger. I am so tired. Thank all the deities tomorrow is Friday and my boss, who is stellar, gave me Monday off to recuperate. I think I'm down to fewer than half a dozen issues to take care of. The list may be as small as four that I really have to fool with. I am going to do some drinking Saturday night. I'm craving boilermakers for some sick, twisted reason.
Maybe the sickest reason is the weird run of datestamps I found on some files today. The first one that threw my hamster off the wheel was 12/30/1899. OK. Anomaly. Poking around got me some more likely datestamps: 2005, 2006 and a few from the previous century. After finding one with 12/69/1732 on it, I told the IT guy who was on the phone with me that if I was going to travel in time, I needed the TARDIS and Doctor Who to do it properly. He laughed, but we'll have to find out why those datestamps are so corrupted tomorrow or catch hell about it from management.
Our Disaster Recovery test has been scheduled for the week of Litha. At least I'll be in Shreveport with my sister coven to have ritual with. They have some swell rituals. Hubby wants to go too. I'll shuffle him off to the casino while I'm at work and then we'll hang with the witches for social time.
I've moved my vacation up a week so that I'll be able to get everything running smoothly again after the DR test. By that time, I'll not really mind spending thirteen or so hours on an aircraft. As long as they serve alcohol, I'll be fine. I swear to Kali, there had better not be a screaming, obnoxious child on the same flight. I'll have a music player, but that won't make me less homicidal if it's really bad. I'll be sure and do anything dastardly well into foreign airspace so that I get arrested in a civilized country. The bastards in charge of this one would render my ass to some hellhole and torture me for my spiritual and political beliefs. I'll be gone from July 19th to August 3rd. It can't possibly be as horrifically hot in Europe as it will be here.
The coven has a yard sale here at my place Saturday. If you're local and need some junk, drop by. I don't intend for any of it to remain in my house for long after the yard sale is over. I've got leftovers from the last two yard sales and the clutter is driving me nuts.
At this point, I don't care whether Hillary or Barack gets the Democratic nomination. As long as another fuckwitted Republican isn't installed in the White House, I'll vote for either of the others. I don't understand how the Obama crowd could threaten to get into a snit and not vote for her if Clinton wins the nomination. Are they that immature that they'd rather see that old coot McCain and the same-old same-old stupidity fuck thing up for another four years or so? Are they going to take their toys and "Screw you guys; I'm going home" like Cartman? The only thing more politically incomprehensible is Nader running again.
This week has sucked hind tit on a badger. I am so tired. Thank all the deities tomorrow is Friday and my boss, who is stellar, gave me Monday off to recuperate. I think I'm down to fewer than half a dozen issues to take care of. The list may be as small as four that I really have to fool with. I am going to do some drinking Saturday night. I'm craving boilermakers for some sick, twisted reason.
Maybe the sickest reason is the weird run of datestamps I found on some files today. The first one that threw my hamster off the wheel was 12/30/1899. OK. Anomaly. Poking around got me some more likely datestamps: 2005, 2006 and a few from the previous century. After finding one with 12/69/1732 on it, I told the IT guy who was on the phone with me that if I was going to travel in time, I needed the TARDIS and Doctor Who to do it properly. He laughed, but we'll have to find out why those datestamps are so corrupted tomorrow or catch hell about it from management.
Our Disaster Recovery test has been scheduled for the week of Litha. At least I'll be in Shreveport with my sister coven to have ritual with. They have some swell rituals. Hubby wants to go too. I'll shuffle him off to the casino while I'm at work and then we'll hang with the witches for social time.
I've moved my vacation up a week so that I'll be able to get everything running smoothly again after the DR test. By that time, I'll not really mind spending thirteen or so hours on an aircraft. As long as they serve alcohol, I'll be fine. I swear to Kali, there had better not be a screaming, obnoxious child on the same flight. I'll have a music player, but that won't make me less homicidal if it's really bad. I'll be sure and do anything dastardly well into foreign airspace so that I get arrested in a civilized country. The bastards in charge of this one would render my ass to some hellhole and torture me for my spiritual and political beliefs. I'll be gone from July 19th to August 3rd. It can't possibly be as horrifically hot in Europe as it will be here.
The coven has a yard sale here at my place Saturday. If you're local and need some junk, drop by. I don't intend for any of it to remain in my house for long after the yard sale is over. I've got leftovers from the last two yard sales and the clutter is driving me nuts.
At this point, I don't care whether Hillary or Barack gets the Democratic nomination. As long as another fuckwitted Republican isn't installed in the White House, I'll vote for either of the others. I don't understand how the Obama crowd could threaten to get into a snit and not vote for her if Clinton wins the nomination. Are they that immature that they'd rather see that old coot McCain and the same-old same-old stupidity fuck thing up for another four years or so? Are they going to take their toys and "Screw you guys; I'm going home" like Cartman? The only thing more politically incomprehensible is Nader running again.
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Date: 2008-03-14 04:05 am (UTC)You might want to try the Election Stress Reduction Plan -- as any student can tell you, two days before a test is more than enough time to prepare. So, avoid political news like the plague (or your statistics homework) until two days before you're going to vote. Then have a learn-about-the-candidates cram session.
Michigan's already had its primary. Unless it has its primary again, there's fuckall I can do until November. So I think I will bury it under a pile of other books (or possibly even ignore it so thoroughly it ends up folded up in the bottom of my backpack) until then.
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Date: 2008-03-14 11:13 am (UTC)Even if McCain does get the White House, he'll STILL be about five times better than Bu$h.
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Date: 2008-03-14 08:03 pm (UTC)Threadjack ...
Date: 2008-03-15 01:41 am (UTC)Question ...
Why would Mel Hynes of TwoLumps say: "The smell of the Quarter is also a dead giveaway" when Eben and Snooch find they are visiting NOLA?
(Son gave me the book for a birthday present ....)
oh .. have a good vacation, sounds like you need it :)
Re: Threadjack ...
Date: 2008-03-15 01:50 am (UTC)It's gotten better. In fact, after Mardi Gras I was amazed at how clean they managed to make it so soon afterwards.
Wow .. urk .. cool ... ah, whatever ...
Date: 2008-03-15 01:55 am (UTC)I guess I could have worked that out from the subsequent cartoons.
Did Katrina wash any of it away? >:>