In which I’m incredibly rude.
Last night I stayed late after work, moving goblinbox.com to its new server. Bread called and wanted to meet for a drink and then dinner. I said I’d be right there… then I got distracted fucking around with this or that thing. I finally realized what time it was — forty-five minutes later — and ran out to the jeep, and Bread was there and boy was he PISSED ALL THE WAY OFF AT ME.
I so deserved it.
We drove to a restaurant for pizza in our seperate rigs. When we were seated, I apologized furiously for being so late. I’m a geek who needs to watch the time.
In other news, I’m totally moved to the new box but Keef wants me to wait ’til the new DNS server’s working. So the move may not be for another day. Or two. Or three. We’ll see.
In which you can download a whole album. Or three! Or ten!
In honor of the imminent arrival of the Corbinator here in the fairest of fields (he’s supposed to be at Truck & Amazon Blonde’s place tonight sometime), I went over to Emo’s and fed The Simpletons to my iPod.
Yum.
You should do it, too. It’s a freakin’ great album. It’s free. And it’s, like, Corby, man.
In which the move is postphoned just a little longer. And I buy silly checks.
At the coffee shop this morning, the barrista was playing one of those pieces of music none of us can name but all know because it was in Fantasia and I found myself whistling along. The woman in line behind me said, “Your whistling sounds just like the Disney version!” (I can whistle, yo. I really can.)
Now I want to see Fantasia. I loved that film. I wonder if I’d have to join Netflix to get it, since Bread and I owe the local movie rental place, like, sixty bucks in late fees.
Since DNS is still updating, I won’t be moving goblinbox.com today. Probably tomorrow. (I’ve got everything moved, but LISCO isn’t authoritative yet, so even if I do DNS traffic won’t be pointed to the new server anyway.)
I might swing by the office tomorrow and backup the database one final time — don’t want to lose any comments! — and point traffic to the new server then. Hopefully this move will be smoother than most have been. I’m really hoping Rants 9 will work right off the bat and I won’t lose yet another batch of brilliant posts!
In other news, I totally cheesed out and ordered cartoon checks today. I’ve been carrying those bland safety yellow ones for a couple of years now so I decided to get something colorful. I’m such a corndog.
In which I totally didn’t put my refund into savings. Also: music, massage, my uterus, and moving the ‘box to a new server.
I got my $100 refund from Iowa this week, so I promptly spent it on two CDs and a massage! woot!
MUSIC
Bombay Dub Orchestra: Bombay Dub Orchestra Recently, Comfort Music turned me onto a few tracks from this CD and I dug ’em so much I had to buy the whole thing. It’s eastern Indian pop, basically, and if you know me you know I love me some eastern Indian pop.
The first CD is entitled ‘bombay’ and I’ve already heard three of the 12 tracks. The second CD is called simply ‘dub’ and features eight remixes of the material on the first CD. I’m ripping it into iTunes now and am really excited to hear it.
Magnet: The Tourniquet I intend to buy all the Magnet albums I can find, starting with this one. (I love Magnet.) I’m still listening to the unfamiliar tracks on this one; it’s so exciting to have fresh goodies on one’s iPod.
Nod to The Rex Monday… again… for turning me on to Magnet in the first place.
MASSAGE
My massage therapist, who also happens to be Amazon Blonde, totally fucking rocks. She has a heated pad for her table, so I got to lie there in wonderful warmth while she worked on me. She’s really good at what she does, and her warm table kept me from feeling too crampy. She’s going to turn her front room into a massage room. I told her I’d bring her all of my mellow CDs to play when she’s working.
I loved that warm table, so soothing. When I got up, though, the Cramps From Hell™ arrived like an avalanche. I popped 500mg of acetaminophen and drove home. On the way, before the meds kicked in, I was all shaky and watery and trembly and felt like my guts were tied in knots.
BLEEDING
At home, I didn’t have any more Tylenol, so I waited seven hours before taking any ibuprofin because I didn’t know if you could take them both at once. This means I spent the time from nine to eleven last night rocking and crying and moaning and being in pain. Then I took a pill, but it didn’t help. Twenty minutes later I took another — for a total 400mg of ibuprofin — and was able to fall asleep.
“Some women experience increased menstrual pain in their late 30s and 40s as their endocrine systems prepare for menopause by decreasing hormone levels and thus fertility… An estimated 10 percent to 15 percent of women experience monthly menstrual pain severe enough to prevent normal daily function at school, work, or home.”
It’s called dysmenorrhea. The pain. And yes, it is excessive. Quite.
‘Normal aging,’ my ass.
MOVING
In other news, the ‘box is moving — for real. I’ve got much of my crap moved to the new server, I’ve regained control of DNS for the domain, and I’ll probably stay late tonight after work and finish the move so I can update DNS tomorrow morning. When Rants is back up, you’ll know the move is done. You may get errors trying to visit goblinbox.com tomorrow or over the weekend, depending on how fast DNS propegates and how well I test my apps before moving over.
In which I have to move my site. Uh, probably today. (Which is why Rants is down; I’ve already backed up the database.) And some other random stuff, too.
I drove Bread’s truck today. He took the jeep to Cedar Rapids because the jeep gets 20 miles per gallon and the truck gets, like, 5 gallons per mile.
We watched Jarhead last night on pay-per-view. I liked it. Although I have to say that men, especially young men in groups, make almost no sense to me at all.
I have the dread because the Cramps From Hell� are coming. Ugh. I hate hormones. I feel overwhelmed and cranky. I hate hormones! *bangs head on desk*
I’m going to get a latt�.
I made a lasagna last night. This lasagna. (Except without the mushrooms, and with a jar of roasted red peppers in olive oil and garlic tossed into the sauce.) Yum.
Oh! In other news? I have a massage at two o’clock this afternoon.
In which when I grow up, I want my own server.
Keef is moving again, which means goblinbox.com is moving again. Possibly even this week sometime. I want to move because I can no longer run Gallery on this box due to the new restrictions since the hack, but I also equally don’t want to move because it can be a total pain in the arse.
This site is big. I mean, it ain’t no amazon.com or nothin’ — but for a personal site, it’s pretty big.
Thank God I work at the Internet, is all I have to say. Fast fast fast connections. Yum.
In other news, this amuses me every time I see it.
In which I get absolutely shitty, for no reason whatsoever.
Sunday I was sitting at my computer loading crap onto my newly resurrected Pocket PC when I heard Bread yell, “Mush!” Since it’s so like him to sit on his ass on the couch and yell for me to come to him when he wants to say something, I ignored him for awhile. Then curiosity got the better of me and I walked downstairs.
“Lunch. La Hacienda,” he said.
“When?” I asked.
“Now.”
“Who?” I countered.
“KR, BoSe, Truck, Amazon Blonde. Hot Lips and his girlfriend. Maybe some other people.”
“The whole fam damily, then?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, gimmie one sec.” And I ran upstairs to get my stuff from my desk and find my Birks.
We drove to the restaurant and drank margaritas and laughed and ate and had a grand old time, then we adjourned to the new bar. (When a new bar opens, it’s a red letter event in this town. There are so few places to go, that the news of the addition of a new one causes months of anticipatory gossip.)
At the new bar, I started drinking lemonade & vodka. I have no idea how many drinks I had.
I had a great time, old friends were there, I made a new friend in Hot Lips’ woman, and my glass was always full. I’m pretty sure Big Daddy (the bartender) bought me a round. I know my new best GF bought me a shot of jager, and I was drunk enough that I actually did the shot. I would never do that sober, believe you me.
Then Bread made me leave. THANK GOD. We got drive-thru from Taco Hell and I considered puking out the window of his truck at least twice on the drive home.
When we got home, I’m pretty sure I threw up twice before passing out by 6:30. I woke up at midnight and ate some of my drive-thru food. (Note: if you leave Nachos Bell Grande in the fridge for five hours? it basically turns into a big soft taco with plasti-chee.) I drank several glasses of water and went back to bed.
At five this morning I had two glasses of water and went back to bed.
At nine this morning I had a glass of water, IMed work to tell them I’d be late, ate most of a soggy Seven Layer burrito, and went back to bed.
At one thirty this afternoon, I IMed work to tell them I was a stupid piece of shit who wouldn’t be making it in after all, had two glasses of water and two glasses of Tang, updated my blog, and went back to bed.
Bread thinks this whole thing is extremely funny. Probably because he’s not still drunk and his head’s not fucking pounding!
In which I did a hard-reset on my PPC and started over.
I did a hard reset on my PPC at dinner the other night. Factory default. All data lost.
Yesterday I sat down and took the time to load it full of software again. I flashed to Windows Mobile 2003 SE, like, finally. I installed Pocket Universe, an adorable little app I bought back in January of 2004 but hadn’t run for awhile because my device was out of memory. It allows you to set your long. & lat. and then cleverly displays all the naked-eye objects in your night sky. (It’s a really handy app to have in one’s purse when someone says, “What’s that?” because you can look it up on the spot — it even has satellites.)
The company that made the application, Stellarmetrics, is no longer online, but it looks like these people are still selling and supporting (what appears to be an older version of) it.
I have too much PPC software to install it all on the device I have, so each time I start over I load different stuff on it.
I still want a new one. Not just because it’s full already, but because the buttons don’t work correctly and it’s all scratched up.
Excuse me while I go re-enter two weeks worth of checkbook items.
In which I have a dinner date. Good thing I took a shower this morning!
Yesterday, Bread called my phone seven times. (Seven times!) Today he called it three times. There are aspects of having a househusband that make. Me. Crazy.
But that’s not the point. The point is that he’s taking me and Nanner out to dinner at someplace called the Red Barn Bistro tonight! Yay!
I’ve never been there, but it sounds like it’ll be fun. From the looks of the menu I’ll be having a salad and fries, like I do in most Iowa restaurants (pasta, the vegetarian’s standard fallback menu option, is rare in this part of the world for some reason). According to the restaurant’s web site:
“Upon arrival at The Red Barn Bistro, patrons are greeted by our two family goats. Billy Bob and Becky Sue love eating crackers and Bistro mints.”
So. Yeah. We’ll see how it goes. Good thing I love me some rustic!
He also told me that he thinks Bindu hurt her back again. Poor girl. I got him to agree to carry her nasty, stinky ass upstairs — they’ve been rolling in something dead, apparently — and baby-gate her into my office where there is no furniture she can jump up on. The last time she hurt her back, the vet gave her doggie muscle relaxants and instructed me to not let her jump up on anything for a week. (She was on total doggie lockdown. She hated it. She had to spend all her time in my office, and I even carried her outside to pee because stairs were off limits. Oh, the looks she gave me.) I think I have one or two of them left. If not, I can at least give her half an aspirin when I get home. Back pain sucks.
In other news, this arrived today and now my iPod is all cozy and protected. Whee!
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4 random books from my Library!
