July 30th, 2001

ashryn-londohts

Mrf...

Somebody remind me why I'm still awake? I have to get up for work in seven hours (Yes, I know that's still a decent amount of sleep, but I normally go to bed at 10:30 or so), I should be in bed by now.

All told my day was pretty quiet and positively lazy. I ordered pizza for lunch, lounged around the apartment, and had one or two technical/geek discussions on #watertower that were pretty interesting to me. Kette and Tofusensei are trying to "corrupt" me (How do you corrupt somebody who already sold his soul for powers from the ultimate evil?) and turn me towards anime. I've seen some examples of it (which most hard core anime fans scoff at, I'm sure... Dragonball Z, Akira, Voltron, that sort of thing), and while I think it's pretty neat, I've yet to see anything that really, really flips my switch the way some TV series and movies have. We'll see if, through their dedicated efforts, they find something that works for me -- currently I'm getting some videos to introduce me to Escaflowne, which they say is pretty good stuff. My only problem is getting the time to sit down and actually watch the episodes I've been given. Hopefully I'll be able to scrap an hour or two this week to take a peek and see what all this hype is about.

I should hit the hay, but for some reason I'm just not feeling like I want to, even though I'm yawning at a furious pace. Gah. Tomorrow promises to be not fun... I have positively got to call my former insurance company to gripe about the Camaro and how they failed to fix it properly. I'm now over 60 days past the accident, and I'm losing rights by the minute. Fuck me running, I'm stupid, I should have handled this earlier, but I resorted to my usual method -- if I don't want to deal with it because of the potential cost/trouble, I'll ignore it and maybe it'll go away. I've done this enough times to know the flaw -- the problem never goes away and only gets worse -- but it's some sort of ingrained sickness I have. I really, really need to work on that problem, because if I don't I'll wind up doing it to the wrong thing in the future and end up in a really serious problem because of it, or even worse...

Fear is an amazing motivation for self-improvement, isn't it? It's been used by any number of leaders (family, government, etc), it has used by religion to make its members behave according to that faction's particular moral code, etcetera etcetera. If you don't shape up, the company is going to downsize you... you won't get your 5% raise if your attitude doesn't improve... that sort of thing.

I'm rambling in a totally disjointed manner. I really guess I should go to bed. Maybe I'll pick up this thread tomorrow and explore it further....

If Hollywood don't need you, honey, I still do.
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ashryn-londohts

Mondays.

I hate Mondays. Of course, Tuesdays are the days we have our weekly staff meetings, so I hate those more.

Today I had some success -- I figured out why my OpenBSD development server at work wasn't compiling its new patch kernel -- let it never be said that Altavista can't be useful for something. I learned, thanks to a search on there, that OpenBSD comes out of the box with a copy of GNU's make, as well as BSD's make. You must use BSD's make to build the kernel (Seems sort of logical, doesn't it?) otherwise you will get strange, frustrating errors. Guess which one was first in my PATH's search? Yep, the GNU one. Hence all the damnable errors I wrestled with for two working days. TWO.

But I at least managed to get it to compile. Tomorrow I'll see if I can get it to install and boot. If I do, I have achieved a sufficient level of knowledge to feel comfortable with putting this thing out in a production environment for some real testing.

On a completely different note, I got ahold of my former insurance company, and conferenced the adjuster in with my mechanic. JC was pretty good, he didn't let the insurance guy get a word in about if the problems on the Camaro are caused by the accident or not -- he laid out all the problems, what they have in common, and insisted without wavering they had something to do with the fact my car was hit at 40MPH on the same side (front right quarter panel, actually) where these problems exist. The insurance man said that JC just needed to send him an estimate and he'd cut a check directly to the shop to cover the work.

The real pisser of this deal is that if the adjuster had been competent, he'd have seen these problems, added the repair costs onto the body work and seen that it made the car too expensive to fix -- and they would have totaled it. Totaling it would have made me happy, because then I'd be shut of the cursed thing.

Ah well. This is par for the course that is my life.
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