Microsoft to change "Hotmail" to "Windows Live Hotmail".
What in the hemorrhaging hell does Hotmail — or any of this other Windows Live crap, for that matter — have to do with Windows?
Playing: Final Fantasy VI Advance, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
I had a productive afternoon.
I got a long-overdue oil change, a car wash, and bought a new pair of shades to replace the pair I left at the Mexican restaurant on Saturday night.
(I was due for a new pair anyway. I'd had those things for three years and they were all scratched and I was missing one of my spare lenses.)
I got to cross two things off my To-Do list.
How I kicked off 2007:
With a nail in my tire.
Reading: The Areas of My Expertise, by John Hodgman
Playing: Final Fantasy 3, Final Fantasy 12, Guitar Hero 2

Julie: He-Man, Teela, Man-At-Arms…
Teela: Don't say goodbye. Say good journey.
Duncan: It is an old Eternian saying. Live the journey, for every destination is but a doorway to another.
Julie: Good journey.
This one's for Ian. You take care of yourself, old friend.
You know, there's just something cathartic about cleaning house — about going through a few dozen old computers, finding out what works and what doesn't, wiping drives, keeping what may be of use at a later date and donating the rest. Sure it's boring and repetitive, and I inevitably manage to cut myself on something, but it reminds me of high school, and then my first job out of high school, and it's good honest work.
I sure as hell wouldn't want to do it every day, but it's a welcome break from mail server maintenance — and a whole lot more inline with my salary, too.
dd if=/dev/zero of=/dev/hda.
Reading: Neuromancer
Playing: Mega Man ZX
I drove 45 miles to plug a hub back in and came back to find all our E-Mail accounts completely wiped.
I need a fucking drink.
(Update, 11:40 AM: on reinstall, it looks like they're all back up, thank Baby Jesus. Also, thank Jewish God, Allah, and Tom Cruise with his witchcraft.)
(Update 2, 11:45 AM: somebody sent me an E-Mail page to inform me that the E-Mail server was down. Have you noticed how the vast majority of computer users do not think things through?)
Had a rough day at work. Now, I'm not a Catholic, and I never made it through The Divine Comedy, so I'm not really sure whether my day at work was Hell or simply Purgatory, but I can eliminate Heaven right off.
And I got to thinking…you know, as soon as I get home, I'm going to the fridge and grabbing a fucking beer.
But then I thought, you know what? No. As soon as I get home, I'm hitting the gym.
And I did, and I feel much better for it.
I think I'll reward myself with a beer.
It's 100 degrees out, but I've just moved into the server room, where it's chilly enough that I'm actually considering going back to hot coffee — I've been drinking it cold ever since it got up to about 90 degrees out.
Of course, if I'd remembered to bring my towel today, I could probably use it to keep warm. Oh well — I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Anyway. Come July I think I'm going to be really happy to be in here. But come next February, I think I'll have to bring a blanket.
Playing: New Super Mario Bros.
Noticed my interview's gone up on BioWare's site, so I figured that I should probably post something here other than my rather rude previous entry.
So, once again, welcome to my site, anyone who's here as a result of BioWare's writing contest; glad to have you and hope you enjoy it.
Incidentally, that interview appears to have reprinted my responses verbatim — even my little tangent about that poetry professor I had — and I also dig the new screenshot they took for it (though the PC looks a bit too much like Timothy). Kudos to BioWare.
Edit, 4:16 PM: Actually, they cut my closing comment, something to the effect of "Now if only Aurora were available for Linux." There may be more missing; I'll check later when I have my original E-Mail in front of me.
Now, just in case I've accidentally made a good first impression, read on to see yesterday's post!