The Wisdom of a Fool Won't Set You Free
2:57 PM on Thursday, the 2nd of July, 2009
The other day I was pulling out of my driveway, and when I turned to make sure I wasn't going to back over anything, I saw a girl sitting in the back yard. Well, more specifically, she was crouching surreptitiously between the lilac bush and the retaining wall that keeps dirt out of the basement window wells, smoking and looking despondent. She didn't look up, even when I deliberately backed up in her direction. Probably should have pulled over and asked her lol wtf r u doin emokid, but I had to get back to work. I don't think she lives in the building since none of the occupants have kids, though I suppose she could have been visiting relatives. In any case, haven't seen her since, but am very weirded out all the same.
In other news, I don't think I'm allowed to use computers for a while. At least, not without an exorcism or one of those voodoo ceremonies where I puke a lot and stab a hallucinatory version of my bad tech luck to death with a kitchen knife. Since last Friday, I have done the following:
- Blown up the settings on my FreeNAS server at least a dozen times, requiring a reboot each time
- While blowing up the settings for the last time, nuked the MBR on both of my server drives, necessitating hacking my Ubuntu laptop to read FreeBSD format drives to fix the MBR, because not fixing it meant losing over 1000 gigs of videos, music, pictures, device drivers, and other assorted stuff
- Went to back up my MP3s hard drive and discovered that it was unreadable -- it's now hooked up to a file recovery app that's going to take up to 2 weeks to even tell me if the files are recoverable
- Nuked the Exchange server at work while trying to reload PHP and MySQL for the web developer who's taking over our webpage, netting an extra hour and a half of overtime
- Got kicked in the face while holding Thai pads for a newb with bad aim hard enough to leave a bruise under my cheekbone. Wait, that's not tech related. Never mind.
On the more interesting side, I made a Twitter post about my net speeds sucking, and within 24 hours got a call from a tech asking what he could do to help. Of course, the call went to voice mail because I was at work, and I don't know when he's in his office, but that's a start. Way to be on top of things, Bresnan.
In MMA news, my dad is still telling people that, despite approving of me succeeding in a sport for the first time in my life, I'm never going to compete. This could get messy when I do end up stepping in the ring. Montana's not big enough for me to fight without someone who knows my parents noticing. Oh well, will deal with that when it happens, I guess. FUN FACT: MMA has a lower injury rate than cheerleading. Suck on that, critics.
3:44 PM on Thursday, the 11th of June, 2009
ACTUAL WORK CONVERSATION:
Me: I'm going down to the server room. Call my cell if you need something.
Cheri: (mock angry) What the hell do you think you're doing down there?
Me: Screwing off, as usual.
Cheri: Yeah, I bet you are. Hiding with the servers, smoking doobies...
Me: Oh yeah, all the time, man.
Cheri: (whispering) Save me some.
Me: Sure, no prob. *winks* Okay, for reals, though. I'm doing inventory on some of that cleaning supply shit.
Cheri: I bet you are! *wink wink*
Me: ...I seriously have to go now 0_0;;;
10:07 AM on Wednesday, the 10th of June, 2009
Sometimes I get surprised at how un-bigoted my parents are.
For those of you who don't follow my Twitter feed, I totally saw lesbian cows the other day. Seriously, there was one cow mounting another cow, and both of them had udders. I was amused, and mentioned it to my parents over dinner last night. Their response? "This is why I don't get homophobia. There's gay animals in nature all the time, so obviously it's not an abomination or whatever the hyper-religious wackos say it is."
Though I guess that's not a weird POV for my family. I have enough gay cousins that most of my aunts and uncles, even the scarily Republican ones, are pro gay rights and gay marriage. What astonishes me is the part where my grandparents on both sides were extremely homophobic and racist. I mean, my grandmother on my dad's side all but disowned me because I wasn't blood related and I wasn't Catholic. (And then she had a brain aneurysm and forgot who I was, so whatever.) My grandmother on my mom's side once tried to exalt a guy who almost killed a lesbian in Missoula, and her head nearly exploded when she found out one of my best friends from grade school was dating her favorite pizza delivery boy. (He's nice! But he's gay! But I've known him for years! But he's gay! *splode*)
So props to my family for not following the antiquated attitudes of their parents.
4 Frequencies We're All Receiving
1:34 PM on Thursday, the 4th of June, 2009
Rant: Let's say I call for tech support or supplies or whatever, and the call center isn't in or near Montana. And I list off my info, including the town's name of Helena. I will pronounce it HELL-in-uh, because that's how it's fucking pronounced. I know back east somewhere are one or two towns who share the same spelling, but pronounce it, "hel-EE-nuh."
If I say, "HELL-in-uh," you do NOT get to correct me. Do you live here? Apparently not, or you wouldn't be fucking up the pronunciation. You smellin' what I'm steppin' in over here? Your Helena may be a hel-EE-nuh, but mine is a HELL-in-uh, and I would venture to guess that, you know, HAVING LIVED HERE ALL MY FUCKING NATURAL LIFE, I'm most likely the one with the correct pronunciation. Just a thought.
Remember, kids, it's pronounced like, "We're all going to hell in a handbasket!" Learn it. Love it.
15 Frequencies We're All Receiving
10:32 AM on Thursday, the 4th of June, 2009
There was a shooting in the South Hills of Helena last night. You know, as you do in... Helena.
They caught the shooter, who's apparently 17 years old, and the victims (one dead, two injured) are around the same age.
I am so fucking glad my dad isn't teaching at the high school anymore.
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