I think there is some sort of mind control program at work in Diablo II because all I’ve wanted to do for the past month or so is play. It helps that I can play with my friends, of course, but it’s just a total kick. But more than that, after what have been extremely long days at work, then home dealing with kids and wife and home, it’s easily the most relaxing and enjoyable thing I have of late. Totally consuming, which is a great way to let everything else go for a bit.
To the very lovely woman that I keep pushing off in favor of this mindless addiction, I am sorry. I do still care.
I’ve been to 49% of the country, but in a pretty connected manner. Notice florida? I’ve never driven there, but I’ve been there a million times. it’s obvious what’s happened. I drove in one stright corridor (a number of times), and I’ve flown to a couple of areas (also a number of times), but that’s it.
The lovely and talented Gregory pointed me to a new show last night called Keen Eddie.I watched a full episode, which wasn’t bad. But here’s my problem with it: It’s been done. Again and again.
Plot summary in a very reductionist nutshell:
cop, transfered to London for some reason. Maybe he was bad (in which case he should have been sent to the Bronx) or very good (in which case he would have stayed and been made lieutenant or something). Maybe he was just being very British and they had to do something with him. In any case…
Cop, in strange situation, with wacky partner (this one’s a sexaholic), and beautiful roommate who hates him (although she really loves him). They fight crime! They make schtick! They drink pints!
The writing seems good, but it’s hard to get past the fact that it’s been SO done. See, that’s why I like Monk. Putting a good cop in England is not quite that wacky. Put him in Bejing, and that might be interesting…But on Monk, the good cop is crazy as a bedbug and so much of the show focusses on how he can get around that handicap that it’s very creative. At least, it’s creative between that and other shows. I’m finding that it’s getting a bit stale because there are only so many times you can have him wipe off his hands before it’s not that funny.
I wake this morning to find out that, while I was sleeping, my eldest daughter came down with a stomach virus. She apparently threw up this morning (Kim let me sleep as she was up already), but she’s staying home from school. So I call down to her (she’s on the couch, in front of the TV, of course…):
“honey, are you OK?”
“yes!” she answers loudly and cheerfully, followed by “Well, I’m a little OK. Not all the way OK.”
*Rolls eyes* My daughter is already playing the system
So I’m sitting at my desk, and katie, my 3 year old, is playing with her leap pad, which is a computer-book that reads you stories and you can interact with a stylus. Katie has been begging for this book called “scooby doo and the case of the disappearing doughnuts”. So she got it the other day and she’s “reading”/listening to the book. I turn around to see her and she’s got her hands over her ears. Now, realize that she can’t read herself, so she’s ONLY listening, and looking at the pictures. So I ask her “why do you have your hands over your ears?”
“monster!”, she says.
But..but…I sputter. Forget it.
So as some people cover their eyes at a scary movie, she’s covering her EARS at the scary parts of her book.
I wish I had more to say. I keep forgetting cute kids stuff I want to post and instead end up posting that I’m feeling blah. Looking out the window, facing a monday of a long week, tired already, and seeing it snowing and grey. Feeling blah. Yep.
God, I feel so tired. I keep meaning to get to bed early, and it keeps not happening. This morning, I heard Kim’s “alarm” go off, which is a soft light and tweeting birds. For her, it’s a relaxing way to wake up, for me, it’s a 45 minute long Hitchcock adventure. She was sound asleep, so I didn’t want to wake her to turn it off, but it means about 45 minutes less sleep than I would have gotten on this end, plus I went to bed about 90 minutes later than I meant to. You can add.
Tonight, early to bed, late to rise. Or someone’s gonna pay.
To my friends, both real and online, that do me the honor of reading this, I wish you all a very happy new year. I could not ask for better people than the half dozen of you that I “see” every day. You could not be more special, or more important to me, and I hope that in this regard, this coming year is no different than last. You mean the world to me.
So, it’s 2:00 PM and I’m just getting up a bit ago. Sounds like a good start to a weekend, right? Well, it would have been if I was gettiing up at 2 after going to bed at, say, 2 AM? But being at work until 6, in bed by 6:30 doesn’t make for a great start. Still, I feel pretty OK.
The night was a test in patience. The way I had envisioned it was this:
5:00 bring server down/start copy.
6:00 shut down old server/start new RAID stripe
6:30 hook up RAID to new server, boot/copy files back.
7:30 after all files are copied back, set up groups
8:00 go to machine and make sure they see server.
Ok, so that’s optimistic, I understand, but hey, who am I to look askance at fate? *SLAP*
Reality:
5:00 bring server down, plug in firewire drive, start backup of 250,000 little files.
6:00 notice that it’s STILL saying “about 7 hours” and get a bit nervous.
7:00 notice that it’s now changed to “about 6 hours” and start to realize that I will be here LATE
9:00 go to kmart and buy movie. watch “the green mile” in big corner office on 33rd floor of manhattan skyscraper. eat corned beef sandwich. lament wasting time.
12:00 shut server and start “10-15 minute” restripe of RAID.
12:30 realize THAT is bullshit too and go back to movie.
1:45 finish RAID stripe/hook up to new server/start file copy.
2:00 realize that OS X naming/privledge issues are going to create havoc with copying files
2:15 try to do a mv in UNIX when I should have done a cp. end up deleting an entire folder of stuff from teh backup drive when it didn’t all get copied over. panic.
2:30 decide to move backup and recover files while copying other files over.
4:00 file copy finishes and I see that somehow I didnt lose all those files, they were just..hiding?
4:30 learn UNIX chmod/chown after getting sick of OS X’s inability to change large numbers of files. (thank you man pages!)
5:00 go to all machines testing connectivity. Am happy.
6:00 shut lights, go home in car service. Attempt to escape into audio book (new stephen king) but find that my cabbie wants to chat about his wife all the way home in broken english. Sigh and listen.
6:30 pass out.
To those of you who didn’t want the gory details, it’s too late. you’ve got them.