Jo is a hero of the revolution. Given two failing drives and one new one she managed to make my web/mail server all happy again, without me having to do that much work. I did have to boot to the old drive briefly to make the one partition active. Other than that though.. it went it, and worked perfectly. I lost a little data from the failing drive.. but basically as smooth as a person could have hoped it went in.

Life Hurts

Every once in a while I forget this. There are painful things in life, like being kicked figuratively in the guts by a friend, or being betrayed, or being rejected or heck even being kicked literally. These are the hurts we all have to expect if we want to get along in the world and have friends. They leave scars according to the degree of hurt. Nobody gets through life without a few scars.

Then there are the other sort. The sort you don't expect. The sort where you take off your armor, hand someone your sword. Then you wait. You expect them to slice your guts out. Sometimes these are the best moments ever. Sometimes they gut you, the wound is obivous, and it scars over. Yet the most damning is when instead they just ignore you. The kind that don't hurt at first, and may never. Still they scar as deeply, because you're left knowing just how unimportant you are, unworthy of even being noticed. Where being told get lost, or having your innards spread over the battlefield of life would have been easier.

You can't live your life trying not to be kicked, or betrayed, or rejected. It's not a life worth living. With no risk there is no joy, if you don't hand someone the ability to skewer your soft underbelly, you can't find love, or happiness, or trust.

Just the same you can keep from reaching out just because you could get skewered or ignored. Life like that is not really lived. Fear can't win. But in the evening of a day when a new scar is acquired a person could wish that they could let fear win, wish to insulate, and protect, and hide.

Drippy Ed, what will we do with him? Drugs don't work. We've tried. Diapers, well you could do that but really they're meant for girl dogs and the absorbent parts are all in the wrong places. So..I tried making him a Drip Stop. He's wearing the prototype now. It's about two and a half inches wide, made of fleece (ugly fleece) and closes with velcro (currently the closure is on his back) I think it might work better on the bottom if he tolerates it well. Basically he's wearing a sort of doggy cumberband, that covers his leaky bits. It's been half an hour and 0 attempts to remove it. I have it secured with Velcro.(Yes, the real 3M stuff you freaks, otherwise I would have called it hook and loop fastener.) This should allow it to be removed easily to send him outside, and go back on fast on his way inside. Maybe this will be the end of the thrice daily house mopping. We'll see.

It's the oddest thing ever. I'm wide awake. It's 11:15 and NONE not a single one of my night owl friends is online. I'm bored. How can this happen?

demicon

Well demicon was good. It was like most other conventions, but with an AI meeting stuffed in the middle. Which was ok, I met Justin the new infodesk guy. Gave blood. That's about it.