Michelle is in Yakima, so I let Barley sleep on the bed with me. Certainly a guilty pleasure. Here are 6 more:
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Month: August 2003
Disposal
Michelle and I picked up a used garbage disposal from the ReBuilding Center, and I finally got around to installing it yesterday. After the $12 in parts, we can now grind up waste like there’s no tomorrow. Fortunately my parents were chronic home-improvers, so I learned enough to fake it. The only question left is why there wasn’t a disposal there already, when it was wired for it. Oh well, what’s the point in asking questions?
Two-Wheeled Terrorists
The bicycle is one of mankind’s greatest inventions. To build one requires so little. To operate one requires very few skills, and consumes few resources. So what is this guy’s problem?
Fiber Out
Yesterday was the Technical Staff Retreat at work. Almost all the Tech staff and managers were at a local park talking about projects and future technologies. Shortly after lunch, several managers’ phones started ringing because a Verizon Contractor had put a Backhoe blade through the fiber optic line that connected one of the campuses to the outside world. The entire campus had no voice or data connection. Little could be done, so we continued our game of croquet.
Minor Changes
After brewing a batch with Cordle, I decided to move some stuff around on the site. I’ve completely separated the rooftop and rooftop brew sites so I could get an accurate picture of who is visiting what.
I also finally changed the /etc/hosts file so that I can type in the proper URL for my two sites and it goes there. Mac OS 10.2 finally consults the /etc/hosts file, so the change was easy. Now I don’t know why I’ve put up with it for so long. Things are so tidy now.
Norah Jones, Anniversary
Yesterday was Michelle and my second anniversary. As a surprise, I was able to get tickets to the Norah Jones show at the Albert Schnitzer Hall. We had a wonderful time, and despite the really poor acoustics, bizarre guitar player antics, and women who forget what being in public is about, was quite enjoyable. But really though, the guitar player had the most fantastic orgasm every time he played, and they were quite simple bits. As soon as I used the gentleman in front of me’s head to block him out, it was much more enjoyable. But the sound guy hardly improved. He should be relocated to the Gulag. It was startlingly bad.
Lunge, Deck
Yesterday we took Barley to Hagg Lake for a swim. He’s lost all reluctance about lunging after the ball, as you can see.
I’ve also uploaded pictures of the place with the new deck, carpet, and a few shots from last weekend’s Oregon Brewers Festival.
Summer Luxury
I’ve reached new hights of luxury: Sitting in a hammock listening to music and surfing the net, all while enjoying a malty beverage and watching the dog play in his kiddie pool. Nero would be proud.