I could get one of these and use it instead of my satchel that I use to carry everything around in…
Hmmm…
It just doesn’t seem… practical.
X Marks the spot
I am now in Southern California.
Double Irony
As Luke mentioned, there was a phone call at 4 a.m. notifying me that the webservers I work on were not working.
After about 30 minutes of sleepy-eyed hacking, I figured out the problem (which I later attributed to not one, but two bugs in the code that happened to combine together to cause a coredump upon the server restart) and went back to sleep.
The two ironies in this stem from two separate conversations that I just had yesterday:
One was a brief in-passing mention on how stable our servers were with a co-worker. The other was me complaining to Luke that he could sleep through anything, and I always woke up, in reference to the garbage men.
And then, why is it that it’s the morning after you get woken up at 4 a.m. (and didn’t fall back asleep until at least 5:30) that you get a bunch of frantic changes that have to be made by 11 a.m., because the east coast client has to see them?
This is the first time I’ve been called in the middle of the night. I pray it never happens again.
Professional Write
That was the name of the old PC software that I used in High School and the first year of college as a word processor.
I just found my old files, and it’s quite an interesting read.
Especially the following:
hi erik whilwockesby jurkdo huuppio
sharon kim-whilwockesby jurkdo huuppi
heickdeo
Yes, that’s my college freshman year roommates… stoned out of their mind.
Happy Dickety-Aught-Deuce!
Ah, new years day, the only day where there’s traffic at 2 a.m.