There's a stinky dog on my bed.
When I first typed the title for this blog I typo'd dog. There really is no stinky dong on my bed, just a stinky dog.

Today was a pretty long day. I wound up spending close to 13 hours at work because someone created a network loop by plugging in one too many workgroup switches into our network infrastructure. Oh well, it's fixed now.

I'm ready for my vacation in June. I spent most of yesterday buying stuff for the trip; I picked up a new sleeping bag which because it's made of thermalite it compresses small; I picked up a tire repair kit with a portable tire inflator; various tools and some spare bulbs. I've still got some things to buy (ex officio underroos and pants, riding pants and boots), but I'm ready to go.

We went to Dallas' place on Friday evening for a party. I took a lot of photos of Nicole getting hammered. I think I'll be able to hold them over her head in exchange for the negatives from my NYE bender. Muahahaha.

Aside from that, I'm disappointed by the continued erosion of personal liberties. More people are being detained by our government and held in violation of their constitutional rights. Sure, I understand that when your country is at war you should expect certain liberties to be restricted, but then who brought us into war??

While I'm on this final rant, I hope everyone will take a moment to look at this commercial and this commercial brought to you buy the numbers 1 and 7, and The Detroit Project. I find the commercials quite timely and on-target.

Posted at: 02:19 on 01/04/2003   [ /diary ] #