Fuck dat yo. Givin' up.
Truth be told, even the dogs got up this morning, went to the bathroom outside, then came right back in and went back to bed. They had zero interest in that shit.
They're pretty much snow babies and LOVE cold weather. The fact that they gave up on the day before it even began was a BAD SIGN to me.
The cars both started fine, shockingly. Reliability rules.
Still, if not for that scarf wrapped tightly around my face, the walk across the parking lot would have likely turned br00talz. And not in the \m/ way, but more in the "FUCK ME, MY NOSE JUST FELL OFF" way.
Still trying to figure out why humans moved into parts of the world where the weather turns this vicious. Answers: I have none.
"You're going to make someone a hell of a wife someday, pretty girl."
"Whose wife will I be, Jake?"
So, after ignoring word counts for a few days my curiosity got the better of me and I whipped out the stats tab. In thirty-three days I've somehow managed a hundred thousand words. That officially makes it my longest work of singular fiction ever. Though I've written more words in less time, I can't remember enjoying it more.
And awkward moments and bumbling confessions begin to pile up around them, as twists and weirdness make me wonder if I can force them to wait for that trip. They're rushing headlong towards conclusion, while I still see six years in front of them.
"If I could only be so lucky."
"Maybe, you could be."
This is why they cannot be trusted. They've shown me too many possible points for that moment of revelation. Her sweet sixteen, the point their growth together froze. Her twenty-third, when he sweeps her off her feet yet again. Her thank you to him, when he realizes the feelings may actually be mutual. Countless little random moments, careful approaches, and subtle attempts at seduction by two people who don't know what they are doing around each other.
"I know you need me right now. I don't want to take advantage of you."
"You can't take advantage of someone that's willing."
And I have to filter them into a single coherent plot. Filter their dreams from their realities and their fantasies from their dreams. The course is set, but they confuse me with their wishes.
"Third, if you worry about one more thing tonight, I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you."
"You would. Wouldn't you?"
"I'd get you over my knee. I might get distracted and forget what I was doing after that."
You're naughty, naughty children. Now go spank each other. LEAVE HER PANTS ON! This time, anyway.
Welcome to failsville, population: Me
The new server is burning up the "never seen that before" mileage as fast as it can. For some reason the network cards can't lock a static IP. No idea why. It worked once, rebooted, and lost it. But, here's the kicker. They CAN pull a DHCP address. Not from the DHCP server, but from the IP phone server. DUBYA TEE EFF!? We even blocked those Mac addresses from the phone system, nothing. Still pulls an address from there.
So, it's on the network, but it's not in the right range.
Something fishy with that. I'll get to the bottom of it. Just have to figure out what's missing between DHCP and static configs. Gotta be something simple.
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