Yesterday (Saturday), I met up with my aunt for Dinner Out for my (belated) 33 1/3 birthday. The bulk of the day, from about 1am to 4pm, with maybe two hours of various phone-based internetting, were spent asleep. I clearly needed it.
Dinner was very good food, and great views of the ocean, both there and on the way. Afterwards, we went back and started in on the backlog of Movies I Have Not Yet Seen And Really Should Have. The current entry was Blazing Saddles. I gather it was intended to hit pretty hard with the Wow, That Was Racist stick, which poked in directions that might not have been intended at the original era of filming, especially the bit where Mel Brooks was seen in redface. I enjoyed it, but I would introduce it to un-hypothetical fishdaughters with a big ol "contains era-typical views on race and associated language" flag, no matter how satirically framed. I am glad I watched it, if only to see the pie fight to end all pie fights that I feel the one in How Much for Just the Planet has to have been a callback to. After the movie, my cousin showed up, after an evening in the city and before a morning in the city, because crashing at mom's house is sometimes preferable to a trip down thattaway when you've just gotta come back again bright and early. I didn't do laundry. Woops.
Today (Sunday) I woke up to the dulcet shriek of an angry uninterruptible power supply, along with the uncomfortable warmth of an unmoving fan. I shut down the computer in advance of its battery running out (and an embarrassing number of Windows updates commencing...) I crawled back into bed with my phone and attempted to figure out how to report or check on a power outage from mobile. First the website was immensely non-working on mobile, and then I tried calling according to the instructions and my phone just did not want to listen to the keypushes. While I was trying to call again now that I had attained better mastery of the phone, it rang -- a mass alert of a likely outage in my area. No shit, Sherlock. I opted for more sleep, along with asking for text updates on said outage (this being least likely to disturb whatever sleep I managed to get).
When I woke up again, the power was still out, and my phone's battery was getting low. I knew I had to head out for power if this went on much longer, and also I had errands to run. I found my battery pack.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
karlht had offered a corner of his living room, which seemed like a good plan.
I attempted a shower. The less said about that, the better; let us just say that while the heating part of the water heater is gas, some other parts are clearly depending upon electricity.
Ordinarily, I would not have attempted Costco until the football had started. ( Read more... )
After that I navigated successfully tokarlht's, and enjoyed a cup of tea and a chat with him and his wife, while crocheting the beginnings of the current vaguely mysterious project. Yay local people!
After that I went home, and the power was on. Hooray. I carried the last of the hard pieces of the former couch to the dumpster (there's still one cushion left) and did laundry. I noticed that there was basically no IRC backscroll from the bouncer from a bunch of channels, and they were behaving really weird; I burned a little time on that before checking in with the rest of the internet. I report here that "kinda fucky" is a precise technical term, immediately understandable by techs the world around. It was kinda fucky for everyone.
I sorted hella laundry while watching MythBusters. Yay for both.
I never did get that text message telling me that my power was likely to be back. I'm not really enthusiastic about my chances.
Dinner was very good food, and great views of the ocean, both there and on the way. Afterwards, we went back and started in on the backlog of Movies I Have Not Yet Seen And Really Should Have. The current entry was Blazing Saddles. I gather it was intended to hit pretty hard with the Wow, That Was Racist stick, which poked in directions that might not have been intended at the original era of filming, especially the bit where Mel Brooks was seen in redface. I enjoyed it, but I would introduce it to un-hypothetical fishdaughters with a big ol "contains era-typical views on race and associated language" flag, no matter how satirically framed. I am glad I watched it, if only to see the pie fight to end all pie fights that I feel the one in How Much for Just the Planet has to have been a callback to. After the movie, my cousin showed up, after an evening in the city and before a morning in the city, because crashing at mom's house is sometimes preferable to a trip down thattaway when you've just gotta come back again bright and early. I didn't do laundry. Woops.
Today (Sunday) I woke up to the dulcet shriek of an angry uninterruptible power supply, along with the uncomfortable warmth of an unmoving fan. I shut down the computer in advance of its battery running out (and an embarrassing number of Windows updates commencing...) I crawled back into bed with my phone and attempted to figure out how to report or check on a power outage from mobile. First the website was immensely non-working on mobile, and then I tried calling according to the instructions and my phone just did not want to listen to the keypushes. While I was trying to call again now that I had attained better mastery of the phone, it rang -- a mass alert of a likely outage in my area. No shit, Sherlock. I opted for more sleep, along with asking for text updates on said outage (this being least likely to disturb whatever sleep I managed to get).
When I woke up again, the power was still out, and my phone's battery was getting low. I knew I had to head out for power if this went on much longer, and also I had errands to run. I found my battery pack.
karlht had offered a corner of his living room, which seemed like a good plan. I attempted a shower. The less said about that, the better; let us just say that while the heating part of the water heater is gas, some other parts are clearly depending upon electricity.
Ordinarily, I would not have attempted Costco until the football had started. ( Read more... )
After that I navigated successfully to
karlht's, and enjoyed a cup of tea and a chat with him and his wife, while crocheting the beginnings of the current vaguely mysterious project. Yay local people! After that I went home, and the power was on. Hooray. I carried the last of the hard pieces of the former couch to the dumpster (there's still one cushion left) and did laundry. I noticed that there was basically no IRC backscroll from the bouncer from a bunch of channels, and they were behaving really weird; I burned a little time on that before checking in with the rest of the internet. I report here that "kinda fucky" is a precise technical term, immediately understandable by techs the world around. It was kinda fucky for everyone.
I sorted hella laundry while watching MythBusters. Yay for both.
I never did get that text message telling me that my power was likely to be back. I'm not really enthusiastic about my chances.
