Fucksticks!

Good evening, Journallers that are Live.

I hope y'all are out having a wonderfully fun time, enjoying your Friday night to the fullest.

Because I'm not!!

[commense Mutley the Hound cursing]Sassafrassamumblespitgrumble....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................[end Mutley the Hound cursing]

*breathe*
[commense weaving tapestry of obscenities that will billow forth from my office and hang somewhere over Folsom Lake]

A server went *kaput* today, and we still don't have it up. It appears we have ruled out software (tentatively). The unknowns are the fiber connections and maybe a patch cable here or there.

I'm waiting for the fiber guy to arrive now.

Dammit! And I had to cancel fun epicurean plans with taogrl.

A few things

First, in honor of my 12 hour day at work, I give you Horror Poetry, thanks to Voltaire and my dice:

Undead Nuns descend from the unholy heavens with yelping jack o' lanterns in their hungry jaws. The sounds of breaking wind call to me from beyond the confines of decent poetry, putrefying in the ground...
Ernest Borgnine is consumed, consumed, consumed .


What if Jesus ran against George Bush? Find out here from liberal_bias.

And then there's the Pleasureboat Captains for Truth.

And now, in other news:

-Work kinda blew, but it just makes me appreciate things like my long weekend of decadence that much more.
-I was able to get an 11am drum lesson on Saturdays. No more rushing to lessons from work. That shall take some stress off my Friday afternoons.
-I read issues 13 and 14 of Fallen Angel last night. Fun, fun, fun!

Good lord, I'm sleepy. Must sleep. Don't want to. Rats.