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I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom
then good luck to you in the big wide world
- Stay Positive, The Streets
For additional amusement, check out The Irony of it All, also by the Streets.
I like pears. Sweet and tasty. Especially japanese pears. Each with its own personal travel safety device.
NWRE went surprisingly well. Nothing but positive comments on it to date, even the fact that it was 'small' was a good thing. To everyone but White Wolf that is. Went so well, I'd be willing to do it again. Feel free to question my sanity. dunia has been nothing but good for my sanity recently. Soft skin, smells nice. Oh yeah. While she has her troubles at work, I get mine too. Domain servers got hacked over the weekend by someone with an admin password. Both of my servers were compromised and will be undergoing a process I refer to as 'paving' in the next few days. In addition, every password in the domain will be deleted Sunday night, and everyone on monday is going to call me and ask for a new one. Joy. With all the crap leading up to school starting, I completely blanked on getting my tuition exemption paperwork in to the UW. Dell still hasn't delivered the new classroom machines yet, and I think classes start next week. Got a new server box to play with. Now I just need to find my bloody install disk. Never enough time I tell you. Never enough time.
I should be down in PDX this weekend to help celebrate my grandmothers 88th birthday. At this event, I will also meet my neice for the first time. Then we'll rush back to make the section 2 game sunday at noon. All the while I will be lamenting my lack of time to rebuild my work servers over the weekend while everyone's gone. Now now, don't go praising my work ethic just yet. I'd love to put in a few hours this weekend to justify taking Tuesday or Wednesday off from work entirely. I still have ultimate weapons in FFX to aquire. I only have 3 so far, and the chocobo race promises to drive me insane before I master it.
As bad as some of this sounds, I would not consider any of this 'pear-shaped'. My mood has been quite good despite illness, adversity, and familial obligations. I shall adapt. Improvise. Overcome. I shall do it easily. Happily. Hungrily. Doug mentioned going to Ipanema again this weekend, and meat sounds like a fine distraction. Perhaps tonite as I am supposed to be in PDX Fri and Sat.
The Amber Widows group tried a trendy little italian eatery in Ballard last night, called Volterra. I've never had wild boar before, and day-yum. Tasty. Wild Boar with a gorgonzola sauce. Appetizers were sausage and mussels cooked in a spicy red sauce, and then a spinach and ricotta tart. Also incredibly good. obake's lamb tasted every bit of cute as it could, and both pasta dishes had by druzbasky and amari were remarkably adequate, and certainly much larger portions than those of us who indulged in the meat. Large wine list. Italian wines which amari remarked she knew little about. The wait staff provided a pleasant vinegar to go with my oil and bread, but only when I asked for it. That kind of thing should just be there on the table, waiting for you. For my money, forget the oil, just give me quality vinegar. I wish we had more time to enjoy the place, but we failed to make reservations so we had to be in and out by 7. Ah well. Maybe next time.
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom
then good luck to you in the big wide world
- Stay Positive, The Streets
For additional amusement, check out The Irony of it All, also by the Streets.
I like pears. Sweet and tasty. Especially japanese pears. Each with its own personal travel safety device.
NWRE went surprisingly well. Nothing but positive comments on it to date, even the fact that it was 'small' was a good thing. To everyone but White Wolf that is. Went so well, I'd be willing to do it again. Feel free to question my sanity. dunia has been nothing but good for my sanity recently. Soft skin, smells nice. Oh yeah. While she has her troubles at work, I get mine too. Domain servers got hacked over the weekend by someone with an admin password. Both of my servers were compromised and will be undergoing a process I refer to as 'paving' in the next few days. In addition, every password in the domain will be deleted Sunday night, and everyone on monday is going to call me and ask for a new one. Joy. With all the crap leading up to school starting, I completely blanked on getting my tuition exemption paperwork in to the UW. Dell still hasn't delivered the new classroom machines yet, and I think classes start next week. Got a new server box to play with. Now I just need to find my bloody install disk. Never enough time I tell you. Never enough time.
I should be down in PDX this weekend to help celebrate my grandmothers 88th birthday. At this event, I will also meet my neice for the first time. Then we'll rush back to make the section 2 game sunday at noon. All the while I will be lamenting my lack of time to rebuild my work servers over the weekend while everyone's gone. Now now, don't go praising my work ethic just yet. I'd love to put in a few hours this weekend to justify taking Tuesday or Wednesday off from work entirely. I still have ultimate weapons in FFX to aquire. I only have 3 so far, and the chocobo race promises to drive me insane before I master it.
As bad as some of this sounds, I would not consider any of this 'pear-shaped'. My mood has been quite good despite illness, adversity, and familial obligations. I shall adapt. Improvise. Overcome. I shall do it easily. Happily. Hungrily. Doug mentioned going to Ipanema again this weekend, and meat sounds like a fine distraction. Perhaps tonite as I am supposed to be in PDX Fri and Sat.
The Amber Widows group tried a trendy little italian eatery in Ballard last night, called Volterra. I've never had wild boar before, and day-yum. Tasty. Wild Boar with a gorgonzola sauce. Appetizers were sausage and mussels cooked in a spicy red sauce, and then a spinach and ricotta tart. Also incredibly good. obake's lamb tasted every bit of cute as it could, and both pasta dishes had by druzbasky and amari were remarkably adequate, and certainly much larger portions than those of us who indulged in the meat. Large wine list. Italian wines which amari remarked she knew little about. The wait staff provided a pleasant vinegar to go with my oil and bread, but only when I asked for it. That kind of thing should just be there on the table, waiting for you. For my money, forget the oil, just give me quality vinegar. I wish we had more time to enjoy the place, but we failed to make reservations so we had to be in and out by 7. Ah well. Maybe next time.