On the Battlefield of Life, Roll with the Flow
Yesterday was a stone bummer, virtually from start to finish. I woke up late, couldn't concentrate on what I really wanted to accomplish with the apartment, and then my Thinkpad's optical drive mutinied on me. No burning software I could locate would work. Oh, and neiseluv, who I was supposed to meet for a beer, came down with the flu. (Arguably, her day went worse than mine.) It was also apparently a bad day for Stormgren and ninadiel, among others.
Finally, I packed it in and headed out to the Black Lotus brewpub for dinner. Their kitchen was closed by the time I got there. However, I could order takeout from the Green Lantern...and suddenly the Karmic tide turned for me. The guy next to me at the bar turned out to have connections in the local IT industry, and near the bottom of the second pint, a journalist from Cleveland called me regarding Notacon and my talk on community wireless networking. Somehow, I suspect there has to be major hacker points for giving a coherent media interview while under the influence of some pretty powerfully potent IPA microbrew.
After a stop at McDonald's, for unknown reasons, since the stoners working there got my order wrong (a subsequent trip through the drive-thru fixed the issue.) I returned home to navigate IBM's byzantine and labyrinthine phone tech support menu. After bouncing around three different departments (all in Atlanta, GA) I finally found the right person to talk to, and now my burner works just fine.
I'm slowing burning my way through my entire CD collection--300+ CDs at last count--for use in my car. Later in the day, I'll back all of my data off of this hard drive in preparation for installing Ubuntu Linux, which is supposed to play very nice with Thinkpads; at least that's what I hear anyway.
Since I figure this is some sort of Karmic Tide in action, I'm going to sieze the inititive on this battlefield until the tide turns against me, in order to accomplish as much as possible during the push.
Finally, I packed it in and headed out to the Black Lotus brewpub for dinner. Their kitchen was closed by the time I got there. However, I could order takeout from the Green Lantern...and suddenly the Karmic tide turned for me. The guy next to me at the bar turned out to have connections in the local IT industry, and near the bottom of the second pint, a journalist from Cleveland called me regarding Notacon and my talk on community wireless networking. Somehow, I suspect there has to be major hacker points for giving a coherent media interview while under the influence of some pretty powerfully potent IPA microbrew.
After a stop at McDonald's, for unknown reasons, since the stoners working there got my order wrong (a subsequent trip through the drive-thru fixed the issue.) I returned home to navigate IBM's byzantine and labyrinthine phone tech support menu. After bouncing around three different departments (all in Atlanta, GA) I finally found the right person to talk to, and now my burner works just fine.
I'm slowing burning my way through my entire CD collection--300+ CDs at last count--for use in my car. Later in the day, I'll back all of my data off of this hard drive in preparation for installing Ubuntu Linux, which is supposed to play very nice with Thinkpads; at least that's what I hear anyway.
Since I figure this is some sort of Karmic Tide in action, I'm going to sieze the inititive on this battlefield until the tide turns against me, in order to accomplish as much as possible during the push.