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  Storm This

14 July 2000

11:26 PM: Up way too late last night. Babylon 5 didn't tape again. Must have left the VCR turned on or something. Fucking primitive century. Ordered burgers from Sparky's around 2:30 AM, didn't show up until just after 3:30, so up until after 5, watching "Becoming" thanks to the generosity of Sean who was moved by my screed against the WB and their idiotic video tape policies. Woke up around 7:30 AM anyway, of course, to lie there and worry about code. Finally back asleep around 9, sleep until 2 PM. Get up feeling like bad digestion. Come to work, of course to the knownothing kneejerk tsk-tsk'ing of the usual suspects over yesterday's slight boo boo. Let's only give permission to do something to people who will never have any reason to do anything. Like Lana said, "If they turn off write permission on the hard drives, they can probably stop all those typos too." The more corporate - heh, wrote "coproate" which if you follow the roots isn't too inappropriate - a place gets, the more bozos like this that show up there. Like mushrooms. Meanwhile, Vignette continues to be a flaky piece of, er, software, and I have spent most of the day black-boxing it to try to determine exactly what the function of some of its configuration settings are.

And that was my day, so fuck a bunch of French people anyway.

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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