The Aerie
I don't know how bloggers do it.
I mean, I'm trying to do ONE journal entry per day, and it FEELS like
I'm blogging.
If you don't know what blogging is, it's... oh, hell, go use Google
fer goodness' sake, that's what it's there for.
Of course, the bloggers keep it short, and do several one-paragraph
essays per day. Me, I sit down and start writing this
stream-of-consciousness stuff, and I'm here for pages.
Anyway, at the end of Day 2 of 5 what do I have: hit the gym both
days, with great difficulty. Yesterday I turned in my third sub-20 5K,
this time using a nice even pace the whole way through, and came in at
19:57.9 I was still tired enough that I thought I was gonna die, but I
didn't do that big sprint-tnen-try-to-survive thing. Just set a nice
1:58 pace and tried to hold it all the way through.
Of course, in the midst of this all these gorgeous women were passing
too and fro across the gym. Amazing how much time I could lose when my
concentration wavered. But I made it. That was yesterday, and this
morning I just did the weight-lifting routine (front torso: chest
press, shoulder press, forward raises, side raises). Tomorrow, rowing
again!
Man, this must be boring reading. Sorry.
Anyway, the rest of today was nuts. Sat at a client site for five
hours and didn't really do anything I can justify billing them for.
Half of my time was occupied with calls from other clients, half with
e-mail and other time wasters, and half with my @&$^@(! USB network
connector deciding to flake out on me. I mean, sure, whaddaya want for
twenty dollars, but still. I like things, if they break, to just
break. Not this puppy, no way. I could still sniff the network. I saw
activity lites blinking. And for the first minute after I rebooted, I
had connectivity -- long enough to get my DHCP address, for instance.
But after that, nothing. No connections would. Finally I broke down
and drove over to CrapUSA and bought a FORTY dollar pcmcia network
card, so hopefully this will work.
Anyway, after work I had writing group. But rather than doing writing
group, I got to wardial. Granted, as missing-writing-group things go,
getting to wardial somebody is a nice substitute (even now my phone is
ringing, ringing, ringing to victory). But I hated having to miss
writing group. Particularly since its MY freakin' writing group, but I
never have time to write (or even read the group submissions) anymore.
But I got the wardialer working and running. In the first 100 numbers
we found nine modems. Now I've got 2400 to do overnight and I'm hoping
we find a few more. One cool part was when I set the wardialer to
calling my cell phone (along with the 9 other poor saps near my
number): when it called my phone I answered it, and quick as a wink
I'd whistled up a 300 baud carrier. Like riding a bicycle! Hadn't done
it for 15 years, at least!
So, off to bed, maybe read another 1/10th of 1% of Cryptonomicon. Then
its off to meet Kevin at the Blue Moon at 9:00. Meeting at 11:30. And
Thursday... blood donation at 7:00 a.m.! Man, I know how to have fun,
eh?
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Posted by Albatross at January 28, 2003 12:00 AM