This pen has gone through the wash twice now, and it is not amused. The pen, I mean. I'm sure the washing machine finds it completely hilarious. This is corroborated by the fact that the washer still does its job vigorously, while the pen's lines show a halfhearted effort at best.

My flight was delayed again and again, finally settling on an 8:00 PM departure time. So, I've had a lot of time to sit around the airport. The airline felt so bad, they gave me a meal voucher so I could rediscover gastric pain at Taco Bell. The announced reason for delay was an ominous "... problems with one of the crew members." One can only infer that the pilot went bananas, lost his nerve, or died (cause of death being a very unusual and/or amusing reason). In any case, they've announced that they're flying in a replacement, which they are expecting to arrive at 8. I don't think they'd do this for a flight attendant. They haven't confirmed my suspicions that it was the pilot. Spooky, huh?

I think I've found a replacement roommate. She's a Sr. Network Engineer, has more books than I do, and basically has way too much stuff to fit in the little room she'd be renting.

(muzak: The Beatles song that has the line about sleeping in the bath)

Hopefully she's not a slob. Maybe I can get 10 gig wireless connectivity into my house, to plug the inevitable living room data center into. (10 Gig?! Ether only goes up to 1 Gig. What the hell do you plug into that?) (A: A giant cisco with 10 GigE cards in it)

Corp travel could not find a hotel room any closer to work than San Francisco, so I'll be staying with Ed. It'll be nice to have someone to say weird things at during the evening. Connectivity is good too. [In fact, I'm using his DSL right now to post this before I sleep for once]

You're not supposed to make jokes about guns or bombs here. Comments are all taken very seriously. They can't see what I'm writing in this little notebook, though. Guns! Guns! Guns! Bommmmmmmmbs! I'm a human bomb! I'll kill anyone! And so are you! Okay, maybe this goober reading over my shoulder can see it. Do you see it, goober? This is my gom jabbar.