Friday, Friday, Friday. I'm trying very hard not to let anyone steal my sunshine today - after all, there is a GAME tonight, and I'm excited. But before the game, there's 50, 000 things to do, and technology is not my friend today. I need to load a program on my new PC, and of course I can't find the damn CD. My filing system doesn't suck, it's just non-existent, and if there were ever an earthquake, I'd be found buried under a stack of fallen CD's, no doubt clutching the one I can't find right now, because I'm sure it's in here. Somewhere. Has to be. I didn't eat it. And they don't make good coasters. I'd use my old PC to run the program, but I have a test machine set up in it's old spot - a test machine that crapped out on the install yesterday, and I'm not touching it again until someone in CSI tells me what I did wrong, since I'm positive it's my fault. People laugh at my dual PC/dual flat panel setup/dual keyboard and mouse (I know - get a KVM. But it's so much nicer to have both available at the same time, or to be able to work on one while watching the other). Maybe if I cleaned my desk, I'd find my software. Or maybe I'll just play one more hand of Spider while I try to remember what I did with it...
There are certain things about Nashville which would drive a Baptist minister to drink - in public. One of these things is the entity known as NES. Whenever NES isn't out butchering trees, apparently they're arbitrarily turning off power to entire city blocks. Granted, we had a storm the other night. Granted, there were a lot of people without power, and there was a transformer damaged. But notifying Vanderbilt 15 minutes after you've already done it that there will be "intermittent" power outages, then leaving the power off for an hour and a half, just doesn't seem Kosher to me. Blakemore is very busy street, as is 21st. I know that the traffic lights on Blakemore between Natchez and 21st were out, no police presence, just reliance that folks driving in Nashville would know to treat the intersections as 4-way stops. Since I swear two-thirds of the population doesn't understand the concept of a 4-way stop, this was a bad idea. Meanwhile, back at the ranc...
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