Author: chuma

• Coffee makes me happy.
• Music makes me happy.
• Haircuts make me happy.

two more days…. two more days…

Last week of work of the summer. Yay. Have to train new person who is replacing me. Person knows next to nothing. Not yay. Sigh.

Really, really stuck on listening to David Usher. Really stuck. Good album. Jordan says that Alone In The Universe is a ripoff of U2. I might agree, except I don’t care. Actually, listening to it now, I don’t agree with her, except that the opening does sound almost exactly like U2’s One.

And tonight, the subway was totally messed up and not running, and dad is working late, so I’m waiting at work so I can take the 6:40 train with him. Dammit. I’m looking forward to not being on a commuting schedule.

Err, I mean, time for some MLP.

• I get giddy with the possibilities this place has.
• This place is just nuts. Horribly overpriced IBM surplus parts. But some bizzare stuff – “IBM Fluorescent Lamp”?? 60MB ESDI drives for $25? Remember – “There is nothing like the real IBM”
• After searching forever for something good to do the NewtMap with, I finally found the Generic Mapping Tools. This stuff is nuts. But oh-so flexible.

I am now a fully licenced G class driver in the province of Ontario. Another seven mistakes and I would have failed 😛 Don’t you feel safe?

I totally forgot to mention that I went to the women’s tennis finals in Toronto yesterday! The singles final was really, really, really awesome. Pay no attention to the media coverage saying that it wasn’t a close match; it was close. There were five deuces in the first set alone. And the tiebreaker in the second set was very, very, very tense. My heart was pounding. Besides the lengthly rain delay, during which we went home, bought groceries, made dinner, and then rushed back, it was great.

However, what spoiled it for me was the handling of the doubles final. Right at the end of the awards presentation for the singles match, the announcer said “We’ll see you on Court 1 for the doubles final…” Well, at least half of the crowd wasn’t aware of this switch, especially because Centre Court (where the singles played) has reserved seating, and Court 1 doesn’t. So suddenly everyone had to go over to the other court. This would have been alright, except that the path was blocked by security people creating a path for the singles players to get back to the locker room. So we had to wait. When we finally got over to Court 1, the doubles final was already in progress – so everyone had to wait for a break before being let in. When that finally happened, we got in – to find that the match was already halfway through the second set. This bloody sucked, because I was really looking forward to the doubles final – I watched the doubles semi-finals the night before. So, we were pissed. Damn you, Tennis Canada. You’ll be getting a nasty letter from me.

Listened to The Orb this morning on the subway. Haven’t done so in a long time. It’s kinda scary that they’re now considered ‘classic’ ambient by some people.

Zipped over to Guelph on Friday to see Sandy. She’d been having a really, really, really rough week, which didn’t go well with my sleep-deprived week of commuting. We patched things up though. We always seem to; neither of us have any problems with talking things out, which is probably the best thing a relationship can have.

Yay, Splorp is back.

Well, yesterday was pretty melancholy, but today is feeling much better. Not much improvment in the sleep department last night, though.

Yesterday it seemed like the net did explode, from where I was sitting at least. One of my servers in New York was down for 15 hours because of a network problem at the ISP. And one of my favourite sites is still down, and has been for a few days at least. I still did manage to get a UNNA update out last night, although there’s a few things that I missed.

I was disappointed to hear that so many top seeds aren’t coming to Toronto for the women’s tennis tournament. I have tickets for the final this Sunday.

Sandy:
The swimmer is so far from the distant shore
The only time she never feels alone
On the land her body distorts
In the water lines are true to her mind
I can hardly see you now
Are you getting closer and
Do you know you’re the one?
They will never understand
How washed up you feel on the land
The spot light of the sun, it shines on

The Swimmer knows she’ll never touch the floor
She can float unharmed by murky wars
And the land is as plain as her skin
But the water shines like the star in her mind

Hope that helps. I’m thinking of you.

Is it just my imagination, or did the net explode today?

Nothing really of note to write about lately.

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