I’ve got a notebook full of stuff here that I could write about tonight, but I just can’t muster the enthusiasm. Hopefully it will pass in a day or two, but the idea of blogging at the moment just makes me feel kind of sick… Sorry.
And, as long as I’m handing out apologies, sorry about the unexpected MM.com outage earlier today. I’m told that someone slid on the ice (I’m assuming in a car) and hit a telephone pole between a bakery and a bangladeshi video shop, which led to a mini blackout. Such are the risks one takes when doing business with Cherry family of Hamtramck (who maintain this site from a secret room beneath the floorboards of an old tea shop).
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Jack Bauer wouldn’t take the night off.
Jack would eat the the throat out of a quitter, but you wouldn’t know that, would you? Quitter.
We were camping a few years back and totally missed the massive east-coast black out that, I’m told, caused quite a frenzy among the civilized.
My luck holds and I was in Chicago (primarily to introduce my daughter to the interior of Amtrak) during this MM blackout. That is twice now I’ve been spared the universal panic of being temporarily deprived the comfort and security of a major utility.
As an aside, Chicago, it turns out, is a miserable little town with a Dunkin Donuts on every corner and a decent beer (beyond the obligatory Guiness) impossible to find.
I could go on, but, suffice to say, I return to Ypsi/Detroit thanking lucky starbucks time and economy has passed us by.
I’m told that a person in Flynt threw himself off an overpass after not being able to access the site for two hours.
The blackout was thrilling but the adventure didn’t end there. I believe a creature made entirely out of dust (perhaps a miniature golem) crawled into the web server’s power supply and exploded.
After I cleaned all the crud out of the case the internal temperature dropped about 15 degrees C.