Title: I'm baaack
Music du jour: Denis Leary, Lock & Load
Man, SGI loves me so much. They gave me clothes. Aww yeah. Besides the obligatory T-shirt, which every vendor is required to hand out like candy to its training class students, I got a windbreaker. Which is very cool. I think I'm going to keep it in the O2 lab behind the machine room. That fucker gets COLD. Speaking of which, I'm supposed to be fixing the routing on an Origin 2000. Am I doing it? No. Why? The damn thing's been up since a week before I left for DC... if they wanted it done, Ethernopian or Grumpy Bastard could have done it, and I am too ready to go home to be fooling around in the lab. Feh. I'll do it tomorrow.
Not To Change the Subject, But...
Sooo, it looks like we'll be moving in the next three weeks or so. In case you haven't heard -- and I don't think I've bothered to tell you -- we found a farmhouse out in Longmont that we fell in love with and will be moving into RSN. Jim pointed out that with all the income coming into our house, why were we living in a townhouse that was too small anyway? So we're moving. We're going to sell the townhouse; I need to pay off my credit cards anyway. Pictures of the future geekpad can be found here. The house is a rental. I know, I know, but it's a good deal; the house is on fifteen acres of land, which is in turn on 450 acres of open space. Our nearest neighbor is half a mile away. God, I love it. Have I mentioned I love it? I do. Cynthia, who is not known to pronounce judgment without much consideration of the matter at hand, turned to me after taking the tour of the house, the barn and the land, and said unequivocally, "You need to move here, Joy. It would be good for you." That was good enough for me.
All this means I will likely be hurling stuff into boxes every night for the forseeable future. God, I hate moving. This REALLY IS the last time for a while. I swear it is.
-- marcie.