1- Get home from work
2- Eat dinner
3- Play with baby / cat / imaginary friend
4- Contemplate what it would be like to win the lotto
5- Wash the dishes
6- Take shower
7- Write my blog post
But…today was different. Today, when I attempted to log on to my blog, I was greeted with the “beach ball of death”. WTF? The wheels were spinning, but the blog wouldn’t load.
Calling my hosting solution I was told that they were having “issues with the server”, and that somebody was working on it. Apparently they’ve been having issues with my server off and on all afternoon.
As I write this it’s 10pm and my site is sometimes up, sometimes down.
I am a sad blogger…
I can only hope that this post goes live at my traditional 1:01am publishing time…
With an estimated 56,000-84,000 barrels of oils a day pouring out of the damaged well in the Gulf Coast, and with President Obama poised to address the nation this coming Tuesday, it seems as if we’ve blown past the “worst case” scenario and have careened head-first into the dark gaping maw of disastrous uncertainty.
This is the type of event that changes nations.
BP is doing its best to white-wash the news by imposing virtual marshall law on the Gulf Coast area, forbidding both the curious and the professional from any and all hotspots. BP has even gone so far as to purchase key search words on Google and Yahoo in an attempt to deflect negative press.
Still, pictures of the spill are getting out, and the damage is extensive. The loss of wildlife is disheartening. As of this post, the BP spill is currently standing at 66 million barrels of oil. That’s six times larger than the Exxon Valdez oil tanker disaster.
Shoot. I’m not one to really take up arms, march in the street, and rally around a cause, but this disaster is so unprecedented and catastrophic that one would have to be truly dead inside not to recognize the problem and the desperate need for a solution.
If BP can’t control an oil spill, how would they control a cup of spilt coffee?
The wife and Tyler took off for Idylwild this morning for a three day mini-vacation. I was looking forward to relaxing at the cabin, taking in a few trail runs, walking around the small town, and having a few beers but life, it seems, had other ideas for me. Ya see, I was supposed to go, but alas it’s patch day this Saturday (guess who gets to patch the entire 1200+ servers farm?), and I’m on call. I feel so lucky…
It’s only Thursday, the wife and baby have only been gone a few hours, and I find myself missing them both quite a bit. It’s not the same here at home without ‘em. I think I’ll try to console myself with an extended reading of The Far Side and Calvin and Hobbes.
I don’t know what prompted me to take this picture, but there it was, hiding in a dark alcove on my camera’s memory card, stamped with a date of 02/23/09. Perhaps I was going to make a subtle yet effective parallel between the substandard educational system and the dearth of viable political candidates in recent elections. Or perhaps this gentleman simply reminded me of my hippie sister who lives in San Francisco and her disconcerting habit of pulling out her hair and eating it.
Regardless, whatever urge that prompted me to grab my camera and take a picture of this fellow has long since slipped from my mind. Yet here it remains, forever taunting me:
You, sir, are one sexy beast. Don’t ever let anyone tell you differently.
