Tired. Don’t know why.
Executed a daring midnight raid on redmeds office. Painted it. Primed yesterday, painted it today. For me, the high point was stage whispering “ACT CASUAL” as we strolled past security with a gallon each of primer and paint, a stepladder, and a home depot bag full of brushes, rollers, plastic, and paper. I think I lost a brain cell or two, but it’s a big improvement.
The haxxored corporate servers are nearly back online. Mail, web, and the support queue are now isolated on their own machines, each of which is running as a virtual machine on a big-momma server we’ve got. The good part of this is that we can take a snapshot of the servers on a regular basis, and back out to a previous configuration fairly easily.
On Friday, we went to another concert in the Boston Early Music Festival series. Something to do with recorders, proto-oboes, a soprano, raunchy lyrics in Italian (like, “yes, we get it, you’re sexually repressed, please move on” raunchy), and dancers. Woot.
I’ve been playing with myspace. The site looks like a graphic designer threw up on it. The interface is terrible, and the ads really, seriously, truly get on my nerves. I’m frankly stunned that it’s lived this long. However, I have a myspace page now. Wow. How cool is that. I’m, like, on the cutting edge.
I think I’m going to take a nap now.
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