Mister Eclectic (howeird) wrote,
Mister Eclectic

Weir5d night, Wier6der day

Last night was one of those sweaty ones, yet Spook spent most of it on the bed, same spot she use to park long ago, same spot Zoe prefers. It has been maybe a year since Spook spent more than 2 minutes on the bed. And she wanted to be petted. And she brought me a ball to play fetch with.

I woke up a lot, sometimes for Spook, sometimes because I had gone to bed way too early.

Was up 10 minutes before the alarm, but waited till the lights came on to do my morning routine. Turned on KCEA, they were playing a song I heard on my car USB drive yesterday. Bing Crosby. Good Good Good. Not his best work. Chorus was The Andrews Sisters, not their best work either.

Took meds, shot up, packed a frozen tuna salad sandwich, a tangerine, my last packet of Famous Amos and a sandwich bag's worth of longans. Out the door 10 minutes early, at work half an hour early. Grabbed a banana, egg & Kind bar and another tangerine. And a 2-pack of oreos.

In the Hole, tried to log into my linux box, it made noises like my network cable was unplugged, which it was not. Got the same thing when I tried my laptop. Called tech support, got a horrible cell phone connection, could not understand a word the tech was saying. Had him call me back, got a good connection and we went through a lot of troubleshooting before it occurred to me that I should see if the Android TVs could connect. They are a lot more intelligent than Google's error messages, and immediately showed that while I had a solid connection to the wi-fi router, there was no connection through to the internet.

Phone support handed the ticket off to field service, and a very nice/competent Chinese-American tech with the unlikely name of Dante traced some cables and ran some tests off the wi-fi router and found that it chains to another router, but that other router had no connection to the outside world.

I gave him info which pointed him to who might know what ISP our building uses, which was passed along to N, the product manager who is my acting boss (Boss, sadly, has the flu), and also in charge of hosting the engineers in the next room (they were also off-line).

Dante had joked that maybe someone forgot to pay Comcast.

Turns out that is exactly what happened. N found the ISP was AT&T, the credit card it was charged to had expired 3 months ago, so they cut off service. N put the account on his card, and it will probably be back in service tomorrow morning. Or within 24 hours.

So he sent me home. I was across the street in the break room, which has corpnet, with my laptop, for most of the afternoon. Before going home I explained the situation to the lead engineer in the next room. We had a good laugh.

I did get to eat my tuna salad sandwich and Famous Amos. There was a LOT of eye candy all afternoon.

Home, traffic was light so I took Maude Avenue to Fair Oaks, a back way which avoids the IFH. At 3:30, traffic is light enough to see the lane turn signs, and not get trapped making a turn I don't want to make.

Delivered was a CD, Oleta Adams, The Very Best Of. Her song Get Here made me smile a lot at Karaoke. Some lyrics:
You can reach me by railway
You can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mind
You can reach me by caravan
Cross the desert like an Arab man
I don't care how you get here
Just get here if you can
You can reach me by sailboat
Climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down the slope
Into these arms of mine

Lee was out trimming her jungle when I went to get the package, so we chatted for about 15-20 minutes. We haven't had enough sunshine for her passion fruit vines to thrive, she was taking them down from the carport where she had them strung. She complimented my severe rose bush trimming, said they will come back bigger than ever in the spring/summer.

Inside, had a good visit with Zoe, who curled up on my tummy and purred.

Since she's determined to call that room home, I'll unbox the tall cat tree and assemble it this weekend.

Watched PTI, another Shark Tank episode, and yesterday's 6 o'clock news. Lots of MLK-related "news".

Unlike most of my contemporaries, I was not a fan of MLK, Jr. I was in favor of his causes, but his Gospel Preacher act annoyed the heck out of me. I should add that, being brought up in a Jewish liturgical chorus I have never been a fan of gospel music either. There is not a lot of depth to the tunes or lyrics of gospel music, especially compared to Jewish music. And then there's the Jesus component, which Jews know is nonsense.

MLK helped push southern states over the blatant segregation hump. But Congress is still racist, and most white southerners still appear to judge by skin color. And clothing. Integration was achieved more by the armed efforts of JFK's and Lyndon Johnson's US marshals than by non-violent protest, from what I saw at the time.
Moving right along.
The antibiotics are working.

Afternoon snack was the longans I didn't have a chance to eat at work.

Dinner was a wok creation. I cut up some duck into small pieces, diced half an onion, some garlic, a stalk of celery and all the leftover mushrooms. Wokked everything except the mushrooms in peanut oil, added a dollop of coconut milk, and when things looked done, added the mushrooms till they looked done. Probably should have poured that over rice or pasta, but it was delicious by itself.

Last slice of cake for dessert. May need a popsicle later.

Plans for tomorrow:

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