Blanched Peanuts
22 March 2000
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Blanched Peanuts
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6:38 PM: Hunh. Wonder where yesterday went. I had it here a minute ago.
It's been that kind of week all over. They paged me again this morning at 7 fucking AM. Every day so far. Then going out - every night? Monday? No, worked until midnight Monday, that's right. Sunday, tho, and last night, and again tonight and again tomorrow night and hello, who how what? I confuse easily.
Last night specifically was The Alchemist by Ben Jonson, at Berkeley Rep. Kilograms of fun as usual. Though I got a little annoyed at Geoff Hoyle's performance, too many BIG GESTURES, in case we couldn't understand that this was a FUNNY LINE he was reading. Go grind your pelvis somewhere else, please. There are other ways to give a phrase a ribald flavor. But Ken Ruta was wonderful, the play's funny and either preternaturally modern or well updated by Joan Holden.
Then I finally saw this week's Sopranos episode. Yikes. As I was telling Saul later, it's the only show I know that can make me anxious and hungry at the same time.
Tonight madfish.com, or Madfish, or MadFish, or whatever we end up calling the communist consultant co-op, is having its first sort of meeting. That ought to be fun. The timeliness of an alternative cannot be stressed enough, he said passively.
Ah Sweet Justice Dept.:
Man attacked by lion after entering its cage
PACHUCA, Mexico -- A man trying to retrieve his cell phone from a lion's cage was attacked when the phone started ringing, prompting the startled animal to lunge.
9:51: Well, it would have been fun, it probably was fun, but fuck if I got to find out. After waiting 40 minutes for a cab (after 10 minutes just making the call), and never having one show up or an empty one go by (that would stop, that is), I came back into work to use the phone and found out that, ta da! Our site is down.
The best thing is that - of course! - it's all my fault. I found today that one of our tables had the wrong schema, no way to fix it but to destroy it and rebuild it. Ah, thinks me, early evening would be a good time to do this, as nobody should be trying to do anything on the site. Right?
Bzzzzt. Thank you for playing.
So now I am very much not going out to dinner, and very much more so sitting here watching endless lines of "1000 rows sent to SQL Server." scroll past, as I load in the 80,000+ rows and dream of real excitement, like drying paint. It's just marvelous. And such a good introduction to my prospective fellow co-op members, too! "Hi, I'm a big flake."
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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