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Statistics on day 0 -1 increase Total Number of Nodes: 492728 491670 1058 Total Number of Users: 14093 14061 32 Total Number of Links: 1254618 1239066 15552 Current node_id: 527680 526481 1199 Server time: 00:43 Wed May 3 2000 Your fellow noders (23)
User XP on day 0 -1 increase Pseudo_Intellectual 9164 9004 160 dem bones 8895 8650 245 jessicapierce 8851 8416 435 pukesick 5960 5835 125 Saige 5442 5332 110 Server time: 00:43 Wed May 3 2000 Your fellow noders (23)
Yet another day without Everything Snapshot. What happened to Everything Snapshot since April 20, 2000? I noticed that May 3, 2000 was a nodeshell this morning, whereas May 4, 2000 is not yet in existence. That may be significant, right? Perhaps, JeffMagnus script did run but only managed to create a nodeshell.
Today, I am thinking of noding on ... E2 Search, E2 needs an industrial strength search capabilities, E2 substring search of titles first match at least, E2 search finding sorting by links strength ala google, C! vs C!! display in searches, if filter out (idea) in searches will I get facts only?, how much percentage facts would that be?, does E2 filters out html at each display or each submit? ...
The Feeling Begins. In keeping with my personal May theme of spirituality, I take a personal day from work (lied, I said something about being sick when I left a message). What to do with a whole day to myself? Well, a pot of coffee is a must, and, ...hummm..., well, there's always noding...
Gethsemane. It seems a waste to not do anything with my daily ration of votes, so lately I've been reading the Day Logs and voting up any that offer me any interest at all. And of course, I'm not quite an XP whore, more like an XP slut, so get a neurotic cookie experience from the extra XP when I use up all my votes. Along the way, my stomach gets upset from all the coffee...
Of These, Hope. I keep in touch with a loved one.
Lazarus Raised. I install Prime95 on ickis, and Prime95 reports the CPU is a 433MHz Celeron. Lunch is a bowl of flax flakes in smilk.
In Doubt. Banking, lottery tickets, paying rent, and visiting the library are on today's agenda. (So is the laundromat, but I don't feel like it.) Dinner is a sack of White Castle cheeseburgers. My flower friend helps me explore expanded consciousness, we watch some That 70's Show and Malcolm in the Middle and Greed, I fade away from that scene to node and organize principles.
It's technically only 2:44:00 into May 3, so what the hell am I going to write?
I went to work late for a very worthy reason, and have been putzing around here, looking through my new EIGRP Config Guide and Command Summary. It seems like every time I even off-handedly mention EIGRP to someone who knows about this stuff, they say 'Feh! OSPF, man! It's stronger, more scalable, and not that complex.' Hey, did I knock OSPF? I work with both. But it's cool to talk about their respective strengths, et cetera. It's not as though this kind of stuff pops up as small talk in the street ("Did you know that you can specify multiple periodic commands in time-based access lists? (pause) Nice day, isn't it?"). Anyway, it's nifty to have a book just on EIGRP.
There's a guy here, maybe 50-years-old, who occasionally wears a baseball cap sideways. This is a very bad idea.
Today was also my fifth successive day without Usenet access, because the machine containing my home directory for my personal account is down. (That's why I've been on Everything a lot lately.) Being disconnected from Usenet was a pleasantly novel sensation for a short time, but I'm missing it now and I hope I get back on Usenet tomorrow.
I've realized my number one digital pet peeve: overpunctuation. I can take an occasional "..", but I absolutely hate it when someone ends a sentence with "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!".
I tried some more of the Tommyknocker brews and I must say that I was impressed with all of them.. but the Red Eye is still my favorite.
Things to do today:
Bad things happen to me when I walk around naked. The doorbell rings and the knob rattles and a key is loud in the lock and I have just enough time to wonder how the rapist got a key to my apartment and then my body takes over and I scream. It's a good scream, too, hearty, but hordes of good-samiaritaning neighbors noticeably fail to rush to my rescue.
The rapist is Maintenance, and apologizes through the door. I find my robe and let him in and he retrieves the flashlight he left under my sink when he fixed it yesterday. Still apologizing, he leaves. My heart is a separate creature, panicking to get out. I can't stop shaking for twenty minutes.
On the way to work the car in front of me goes crazy and stops for no reason. Five lanes of fast traffic. I've never had to hit my brakes that hard and my breathing stops itself in a gasp. My car is inches away from that car and I hear squealing behind me and I want to just close my eyes and just wait for it to happen but I can't, I can't stop looking at their license tag which is slowly moving away now and I realize I need to move my car too, and I also need to start breathing again, so I do both.
At least it's Wednesday, I think. Wednesdays are good because Ann comes over and does Youth Group for my kids. Youth Group amounts to too many kids crammed into a room which is small and hot and private and wonderful. It's always too loud and I love it. Five minutes into my workday, cunt Heather informs me that I won't be going to Youth Group, I'll be manning the boring shitty old front desk. Fine.
Three minutes later I am taking roll and there is an arm around my neck which I assume belongs to Adrian, so I make fake choking noises. The arm jerks tighter and I bite my tongue and there are tears spilling out of my eyes and as it turns out, real choking sounds pretty much like fake choking. I can't see who is being allowes to get away with this in front of 50 people who don't even look alarmed. I drop my roll sheet and claw the arm away and I'm dizzy and coughing too much to talk. It's Michael H who I fucking could never stand and now I will never stop hating him. He is nonreformable and I have always been waiting for the day years from now when someone says Remember Michael H from your old job? Well he killed a guy and fucked him and ate him with cheese.
Michael is cruel every day and I guess today was my turn to get it. I feel weak and useless and bad because I would rather avoid him than punish him and he knows it. He's bigger than me and all muscle but he is still a kid and I am technically in charge of him and I should do something but I don't. He knows he hurt me and he smiles. He goes on with his day and I go on with mine.
My day starts changing when I see Patrick H. He's my best Patrick. My real boss recues me from the front desk, 'cause she's a good lady and she knows I hate it. Ann taped and brought last week's X-Files because it had to do with the Church and can therefore be passed off as "religious viewing," teehee. I get to sit between Megan and Robin. I watch Scully's mouth and Mulder's hands moving in wonderful ways. Then Bedknobs and Broomsticks, which I haven't seen since I was about 14. Will S wants to yap bitterly about every continuity error and every example of shitty 1971 stop-motion special effects. It's his excuse to whisper wetly into my ear. I tell him to shut up, and he does.
Heather makes a brief appearance, scowls at me and separates Ian and Victoria, snuggling on a couch out of my line of vision. She glares at me again and leaves. I can't help noticing she didn't do anything about the entwinement of Stephanie and Bets, about whom I have my suspicions. I don't think Catholic school believes in lesbians, but I do, and I let them sit on the couch however they like. Michael H goes home early and all is well.
Here, my very good friend Arleana, mispled on puropse, steped in and draged me across the room and got me to shut up before I dug myself a deep whole. Well, I fled school, went home, worked till 4 in the morning on my projects, went to school at 8, got 2 hours of sleep, and tomarrow I have a concert. BUT, in all of this, life is great, while I dont get to see her this weekend because of the DAMN ap test, I still love my girlfriend with all my heart, and mss her greatly. Any way, I going now, byebye.
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