Category: Journal

I resolved to go to work today, despite the fact that I was still seeing double and running into things, in case, you know, the network decided to blow up while I was not there to hover anxiously over the servers. Routers exploded, cables writhed and snapped like sea serpents, packets started spilling luminously out the back of network cards and into the free air…

Well, in my feverish and drugged-out state I couldn’t think clearly enough to realize that traffic would not be too good, since the rain today is excessive even for Vancouver. So I tried one on-ramp, which was backed up to forever. Tried another, which was moving despite the six inches of water on it. Thence to the freeway, which was as usual crawling until the very unusual landslide blocking one lane. After that traffic was fine!

So now I’m at work, chasing a Neo-Citran with Coke, hoping to stay awake and somewhat coherent.

So I’m pretty much down for the count today. See y’all later, I’m going back to bed.

This day has dragged on and on forever. Woke up this morning with the sore throat I always get from viruses, and the lowering feeling of cotton wool starting to smother everything.

Decided I wasn’t quite sick enough to stay home, so I sat in traffic for an hour… Thought I’d just work on some programming, but I’m getting wierd results: the program is acting inconsistently, which is mostly a sign of memory corruption, and something I’m not really up to dealing with today.

I was going to try to snag some rush tickets to The Barber of Seville tonight, but I think I’m going to go to sleep instead.

Not really.

A bit of snow this weekend, then just enough rain to wash it all away before it could turn into slush, then bright sun this morning. The mountains are now all properly covered in white.

The roads, though, are slicker than snake snot on silver. As Lileks says, this ought to make you have a “calm, hey-mon attitude”. Not in Vancouver!

The homeys in their boom-boom cars are slipping and sliding around, the volume of their stereos giving them an extra boost of slickness, the SUV drivers are charging ahead oblivious to the ditch awaiting them around the next curve, and I’m annoying people by adopting a Zenlike style: perfectly balanced on the cusp of exceeding rolling friction, using the minimum throttle and brake to stay on that line and keep far enough back from the driver ahead that when the idiot behind plows into me my insurance won’t get dinged.