short attention span, number 734
it has been an eventful couple of days.
for one, the site’s been down for a couple days. all better now. my isp said it was garrett’s fault.
i played soccer monday night. it was a tough game against a difficult opponent, but we could have pulled it out if it wasn’t for a lousy stretch of five minutes, which was disappointing. ordinarily, i’m in a good mood if i play well, and i actually had a pretty good game, but this was frustrating (it didn’t help that half the other team declined to shake hands afterwards—that just isn’t done). i did hit upon the fact that if i keep my center of gravity lower, my reactions are better, and am much more of a pest on defense. still, playing 40+ minutes was rough, and i am still feeling sore, which i hadn’t for a while.
i should mention that i am an idiot, and played the game wearing chuck taylors, having not worn the right shoes to work. it is possible to play soccer in canvas hi-tops, but it is a very dumb idea, and you shouldn’t do it.
last night our office flooded. water was coming in through our brick outer walls (which are below grade), seeping in at around a a gallon a minute through one spot. we combatted this with makeshift dams, 2x4s, and shop-vacs, and managed to keep up for the most part. until, of course, we noticed water coming in from an internal wall. and a stain on our carpet outside the server closet. unlocking the latter revealed a spreading, standing puddle of water, roughly a foot away from the power strips, ups, and other stuff that kept our shit going. so, you know, we were about ten minutes away from a serious problem. the vacuums barely kept up with that flood, nearly losing the battle every time we had to empty one. as it turns out, the empty space next door had about 2” throughout, and it was coming for us next. we spent 5 hours battling it, and a further 2 frantically cleaning up this morning, so that we could show our office to a potential sublet tenant. the underlying theme, of course, is that it’d be nice if this was an excuse to get out of here, but for now, i’m tired from moving shit around, i’m filthy again, and i have dishpan hands.
i’m flying to budapest next weekend. possibly taking a train to vienna or bratislava for one night. i’m excited about it, i positively adore the idea of winding up somewhere where every written word will be completely incomprehensible to me.
