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11.18.2002 || 23:33 Man, I suck. Then I went to the bank and got a money order to pay my life insurance and went to make a Visa payment. I was served by a young man who had a Viet-Namese name and two thumbs on his left hand. Weird looking hand; that's all I'm going to say about that. Fireball Girl and the Literate Barmaid came by to pick up their iMac. Wow, was I happy to see that arse end of that iMac. Marv and I blew our fucking brains out trying to upgrade the bitch, and you *still* have to type 'mac-boot' in order to get to the GUI at startup because it *always* starts right into programmer mode. Anyway, we spent about an hour going over the differences in MacOS X and sorta yapping a bit, then I sent them home and waited for the catfood to arrive... ...and waited... and waited. No idea what time it actually came, but Marv was back from his class, I was gone to my class, and the kitties were bitching loud and clear. At least, if their conduct just before I left was any indication... Class to-night was brutal, as usual. I was nervous, so I blanked my lines out completely. I really feel like I let Hudson Girl down, which is something I never want to do. Enough people have let her down, and I guess I just want to be the one person (at least) who hasn't. It's kinda weird how I take on that kind of stupid responsibility, without even being asked; maybe without it even being welcome. I just have a bunch of people I never, ever want to let down; first and foremost is the love of loves, the beautiful girI have the privilege to call my lover, Marv and Best Friend (of course, and no one'd better mess with my boys), Monstre because she understands where I come from because she has that much hurt behind her too (and because of that, she'll understand me better than almost anyone else), Sister (see 'Monstre') And for the gods' collective sakes, Hudson girl. She's too kind and too lovely inside to deserve anything other than the best I can give. I ask a high price in return, though; I hold these people to extremely high standards. Anyway, Hudson Girl told me to stop being a geek when she called me later on, but I still wish I'd done a better job to-night-- as in, by not forgetting my fricking lines. So yeah. our network's down again. This time it's not Vid�otron's fault, though. it's internal: This morning, Marv unplugged the firewall so he could VPN in to work and managed to kill it completely. so now we've got a super high-tech switch hooked to an Airport base station; and a fucking arsewad of ethernet cables hooked up to a Gateway that's gone completely tits-up. In other words, we're back to swapping cables whenever someone wants to check his fucking porn. Goddammit, I meant 'e-mail.' |
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