“pissed off en extremis”
05/07/2002 17:33:51 EST •
tags: tangram.tv/rant
I just locked myself out of the office. it's past
6 so everyone's gone. I broke in via the
window and it was appallingly easy. I'm
never leaving my laptop here again, I mean
you can see the panoply of computers in
here right through the aforementioned
insecure fenestration. bleah.
so the rpi arts website is still as it was
post-hack, and furthermore the sysadmin is
being a serious asshole. like this morning
when I came in he was outside having a
cigarette and he ostentatiously explained to
me, in front of my boss the tech director,
about how installing the coldfusion server
shit was my problem cuz it's a 'web thing'
and I'm the 'web master', which is bullshit,
cuz if I had to sit around watching retarded
windows installer status bars all day I'd get
none of the shit I was actually hired to do
done. this guy can be a real twerp. he's
always posing like he knows his shit, but
guess what? if he'd installed the patches I
was pestering him to install LAST FUCKING
MONTH the fucking hack wouldn't have
happened.
so FUCK HIM. yes.
anyway sorry. I had to blow off some work
steam. I'm sure that last big paragraph there
isn't at all interesting, cuz it's that kind of
journal shit wherein the author just bitches
about work. hadda be done tho. so sorry.
anyway. also my weekend was wierd but I'm
too pissed and tired to even begin to get into
it. there were some good times as well as
some royally shitty times. there were
moments of trancendant sublime beauty
and long, drawn-out stretches of boundless
agony. there was raving and sweat and
phonecalls and angry storming and sunlight
filtered through budding leaves and subway
tokens and identification documents and
loaded questions and bad coffee and
fingertips and video projections and terrible
puns repeated ad nauseum and potent
intoxicants and rooftops and disputed credit
card transactions and loving gazes and free
lunch and near-miss jaywalking and trenchant
nostalgia and very very very good weather.
oh yeah and EXCELLENT DUMPLING
HOUSE. word to EXCELLENT DUMPLING
HOUSE. I almost forgot about that shit. I ate
at excellent dumpling house, again, at long
last. if you yourself have not eaten at
EXCELLENT DUMPLING HOUSE then really
just fuck you, cuz you just. don't. know.
ok yeah more journal when I hate the entire
universe a bit less, ciao for now, bleah!
-fish
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