So today in class, a book by H. Rider Haggard was brought up: She
So, have any of you read it?
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The deranged mind of everyone’s favourite ne’er-do-well
So today in class, a book by H. Rider Haggard was brought up: She
So, have any of you read it?
Reactions? Interpretationis? Opinions?
Perhaps I should get another stomach flu.
I accidentally put on old pants today and they fit. (ok, a bit tight, but actually nice tight, not gross tight).
It was funny. I thought “damn, these pants are tight! I really have to find time to excersize more.” Then I noticed they were my damn these pants don’t fit anymore pants. You know, those I can’t even button these pants pants.
So I wore em. 😀
And I’m back to about 95% healthy today.
I’m at work and slooow
On Saturday night we attended a housewarming party at our friends Noel and Kim. There I picked up the worst stomach flu bug I’ve had. Food poisoning-level stomach cramping stomach flu.
Sunday was spent in pain and weakness.
Today
I’m slowly re-introducing solid food by way mostly of oats, bread, vitamins and water.
In other news, Queens of the Stone age has a new album coming out: colour me ecstatic.
So how’s come nobody’s talkin’ about the Geobbles-style GOP plant yet?
Oh, and guess what? That’s a pseudonym, not his real name.
Oh, and guess what else? He may have looked at the CIA docs in the Plame Outing scandal, and is subpeanoed.
When will this fucking house of cards fall? Jeezus! What does Bush the younger have to do? Fataly sodomize a 2-year-old then snort coke off his dead back? Or would that just be “spreading freedom?”
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I’ve been playing with some art that my friend Noel created. We’re making business cards for our NorthWest Tiki Crawl org.
I thought I’d share:

Where did my hair go?

On Saturday
We then went to spend Xmas money on clothes. It was very successful for both of us. A shot in the arm for our winter wardrobe.
Boring update, but there it is.
Pictures soon of my naked head.
I’m rapidly losing sight or comprehension of “the point.” You know, of anything and everything. Not it a truely depressing sense, mind you, but in a real sense.
Yes we all create our own purpose and follow our muses. We form loving relationships and friendships. Very specific ties and realities. Many specific points.
Ah, I’m just likely looking for a spectre to pin my depression on. Stinkin’ thinkin’ as Stuart Smalley would say.
I really used to live in not needing a “point.” Perhaps that’s my point.
So yeah.
Yesterday? Down all day.
Today? Up, but will their DNS lookup our zone correctly? No. W T F. So I reset our DHCP to server people our webhosting DNS, the authorized DNS for our zone. The rest of the fucking world’s DNS works fine in looking us up, What the hell is wrong with them?
Bastards.
-=C
Home sick today. Slowest working sickness I’ve had – it’s like it is trying to sneak up on me (it could also be that I’ve been taking vitamins and such, so it is a softer initial blow).
So of course, this would be the day that our ISP at work decides to have a wonky DNS, isn’t it. Also, our Router would be arguing with me too, wouldn’t it?
Luckily the phone and remote connections are usable still.
If you are in the Portland Area, and you need some telephone/DSL work, DO NOT — I REPEAT — DO NOT use Eschelon. Utter crap and incompetance.