Wordly Messages From Myles About His Life.
I am now on swing shift for a few weeks. Then, Grave Shift for much longer. When your bartender asks “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”, you know something’s going on.
I don’t like the new apartment manager even more. Screw both of them. I want the old one back.
Some projects are continuing. Some are just starting. Forward, March!
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Mid-week last week Windows XP conspired to no longer allow me, the Admin of my computer, to give myself permission to burn disks on recorder disk drives that XP said I no longer had. I decided to go nuclear. Though re-installing Windows is always a pain in the ass, it’s easier than troubleshooting Windows [so to speak]. Two days later, I’m just about done. Ugh. Ubuntu, my friend… I hope WINE is getting easier to use.
In Good News, I’ve been reconnecting with some friends of mine. This is great.
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I’ve recently set up several Google Voice phone numbers… one of which is for emergencies. This continues a fledgling fondness I have for where new technology meets telephone numbers.
The new apartment manager and I have entered a Cold Tug-Of-War. “Your quiet noise is too loud”, “Ok, please stop my neighbor from drunkenly singing off his porch for hours on end starting at 4am”, “We don’t help locked-out people get back into their apartments after hours”, “Ok, since I had my neighbor use of my couch last night, please come fix my bathroom fan after two years, two months and two days like you said you would last year”, “We don’t like how you are participating in Freecycle, even though we’ve had no problem with it for the past two years, two months and two days”, “Are you from the East Coast?”… more to continue I’m sure.
As mentioned above, last night my neighbor locked himself out of his apartment. The apartment complex emergency number, after 17 calls [counted] and 4 hours [counted], yielded my offering my couch for him to sleep on until I left for work the following morning. I actually had to look the number up, having never needed it’s wondrous response before.
Today, I called the apartment manager to inquire about my neighbor and his apartment. The apartment manager had no idea what I was talking about, but vaguely alluded to an “assistant manager” I’m not sure I’ve met and mentioned that there’s no tech support for lock-outs after hours anyway.
I then — sneakily, of course — requested that my bathroom fan be fixed. I get home, and No Love. However, the new Maintenance Guy does come by and… simply plugs in the bathroom fan… and it works. Does this remind you of my figuring out that the reason I had no heat in my apartment was because the circuit breakers were turned off?
One Thing Is Clear: “I am not a crook.”
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A dead guy tried to sell me something today.
The wonders of time-delay devices.
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I’ve been out the past few nights. A friend’s in on business, and I showed him around San Francisco for 6 hours. Even you can see a French decapitation for $0.25.
The next day I learned what the bell in my local bar is for. [clang clang clang clang clang] “Happy Hour’s Over Kids!!!” “Awwwwghh!!!!”. More crowded than I’ve seen in a long time. Of course, I haven’t been in a long time either.
Google voice has spawned me more phone numbers. Heh.
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One of my major projects ended recently, with success.
Although I do have other projects to work on, they are smaller in scope to the one recently completed.
This has led me to a feeling of being without a rudder. “Yeah, maybe I’ll work on that today… and it can wait… oops, time for bed again…”
And this is how things pile up until I spend a year finishing everything up again. Heh.
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