Category: Angst

March 30, 2004 /

Oh, and Dreamhost sent out an announcement last night saying that the downtime / slowdown was caused by a DDOS attack. I guess I believe them, but I don’t understand why NFD shows up while the front page completely refuses to load. Did they somehow break PHP?

March 29, 2004 /

Grr. I like the fact that I have an insanely cheap deal with Dreamhost, but apparently the site’s been really slow lately, and until about ten minutes ago it was completely dead. If it doesn’t stay up, my apologies. If it looks like the downtime is enough for me to consider switching hosts, you can check my LJ for updates. Bleagh.

I should thank Aleeezon for very kindly putting me up this weekend, post-bacchanal. Will’s wedding was nice. Nobody fell down. And now back to the sweet, simple work that is failing my classes.

March 26, 2004 /
  1. Tonight I’m going to Will’s bachelor party, and tomorrow I’m attending his wedding. Will is actually younger than me. (There are going to be girls at this bachelor party. I’m not sure it’s really going to count.)
  2. Do you see the cam? Hmm?
  3. I’m a hundred years old.

March 13, 2004 /

I itemized my deductions so I could get money for my generous contributions, but apparently my “standard” one was higher anyway. Charity is worthless!

March 4, 2004 /

Unfortunately, I missed Grey Tuesday by a week, and I feel bad about that. I have more than enough space here to have participated in it, and I haven’t been keeping up with fair use or downhill news in general.

I did check in at EFF today, though, and read their “A Better Way Forward” white paper. You might want to too. It’s excellent, and I haven’t found a decent argument against it.

March 2, 2004 /

Whoa, get this! Apparently this new Interweb phenomenon of “‘blogging” (that’s short for web logging) has been somehow involved in campaign politics. Who knew! Thanks, Courier-Journal, for keeping us “ahead of the curve.”

In other news, man, I’ve gotta get out of Kentucky.

February 5, 2004 /

Lady In The Next Cube must be having a rough day–she turned on the radio at 0900 and hasn’t turned it off since, which means that since the batteries are dead on my Discman, we both get to enjoy it. As I told Maria, I now understand that they really meant Soft Rock Music. All Day Long.

So yeah, basically I’ve spent the day trying to decide whether I could crash through the plate-glass window wall, and if the resulting fall would kill me. Soft Rock Hits. All Day Long. I didn’t think I was going to make it, but then–could it be? Yes!

I was saved by Wham!. Careless Whisper came on and revived my flagging spirits by reminding me of the BNL live cover to which Jon and I used to rock out in college. Glory be.

It was quickly erased by Sheryl Crow, of course, but still.

Pain is A-ALL YOU’LL FI-I-IND!