In my never-ending fascination with self-referential blog posts, I offer you the AccuWeather Widget’s readings for this evening.
66o? In February in Northern Virginia? Lame observations masquerading as content, maybe, but man 66o. I shudder to look at the forecast. A day of reckoning is sure to happen. For now, I’m enjoying this. 66o!
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This is not England. Maybe some of you Northern Virginia snooty folk think that England is a better place to live. If so, leave. Go. Today. Pip, pip, cheerio to y’all. I witnessed none of you driving on the left side of the road today.
Why is it, then, that when you get to the Target, you persist in driving your shopping cart down the left side of the admittedly not-too-spacious aisles? Especially you of the wide-body type, with your also wide-bodied spouse. And then you insist on walking side-by-side? Do us a favor. Get a pilot cart to run ahead of you. Push the cart on the right-hand side. Or better yet, head off to Merrie Olde England.
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[stags]Life, NoVa[/stags]
One more week in my shabby cubicle in a nondescript building in a nondescript industrial park. The next week, it’s an Al Bundy vacation of sorts. My little bride and I plan to give our townhouse a good dunging-out and rearranging.
For the first time, we’ll rent a space from Public Storage or somesuch like place, and move valuable dreck from our house to there1. I never thought I’d pay to have crap stored. But we need the space, and that dreck we store will hopefully grace another house, in a land far away from Northern Virginia, at some later time.
In the interim, we’ll have a nice, tidy, and neat place. That’s my story, anyhow,
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[stags]NorthernVirginia, life, work[/stags]
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I’ve been working my ass off lately, and decided today would be a good day to leave work early, at 6PM, and treat myself to an evening commute in daylight. Best laid plans, etc, as a major accident on I-95 intervened. This accident happened at 2PM, and I was aware that I-95 south had been closed. My commute doesn’t involve driving on I-95, and I’m heading north, while the accident was to the south. What the hey, I should be good, right?
Nope. Bail-out traffic off the 95 clogged side streets, parkways, and alternate routes. My 45 minute commute turned into a 1.5+ hour adventure, and I arrived home in the dark yet again. If we ever need to evacuate this region, we won’t be able to.
Might as well have stayed in my shabby cubicle, and worked on packaging up the latest openSSH.
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[stags]work,traffic,NorthernVirginia[/stags]
There are too many serious problems in the world that don’t have my full focus to even comment, let alone solve. There are too many sensationalist non-news items unworthy of comment. There was the CMT Awards show last night; I didn’t even know it was on, and don’t feel slighted by not having watched, last night’s Prison Break and 24 being particularly nail-biting episodes. The vagaries of a new Logical Volume Manager, and its interaction with SAN-attached storage, baffled me today. The nice people in Northern Virginia are on spring break, leading to lighter traffic, but an unaccountably high concentration of assholes on the road. Maybe they are too humorless to take some time off.
But I don’t care. In the spirit of firing all the electronic guns at once, I offer you our faithful cat, who being sorry to see me leave for work this morning, took refuge in a nearby tree. Photo from the RazrTM. And I promised a while back only one cat photo; OK, sue me. My 5-year-old granddaughter will be gracing these pages in a day or so.
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