Stowaway

Before taking off for my drive, I spent some time installing the antenna for my XM receiver; this involved some running of wire through the engine compartment and the open driver's side door. Once I had the wire threaded through, I got in the car and closed the door that had been open throughout this experiment. As I'm fiddling with the receiver, I catch something in my peripheral vision and think to myself "Huh? I'm sure I didn't leave any sort of stuffed animal in the car other than the Pirate Stitch in the back window." I turned around to find this little guy sitting in the back seat and asking where we were headed.



Kitty took a tour of the back seat, stood up and looked out a window or two, and helpfully sat still long enough for me to snap a picture to show nminusone. Once I stopped laughing, I got out and opened the back door, and we hopped out and wandered off. Must've snuck in through the open door while I had my head under the hood. No idea who this cat belongs to, if anyone, but I see it around the neighborhood pretty often and it's quite friendly. Obviously. I'm not entirely convinced it belongs to anyone here, since there's no collar and its fur often seems a bit dirty. It seems reasonably well-fed underneath all the poof though, so maybe it lives somewhere around the block.

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This pretty well sums up Friday afternoon and this morning:

So despite following the published advice on how to configure Apache to let you use a directory outside of the normal hierarchy, and despite applying your hard-earned Unix skills, Fedora is yanking the rug out from under you when your back is turned, and then arranging to have Apache blame you.

Sheesh.

Fair warning: today I'm extremely low on sleep (I got maybe four hours thanks to another lovely bout of insomnia) and cranky. Even better, sleep dep tends to cause my anxiety to kick in, so I'm both pissy and paranoid. Best combination EVAR. I'm going to try to keep my LJ tab closed most of the day; I ought to be able to do this without resorting to making it disappear by editing my hosts file, I do have some willpower. Right? I'll try to catch up with some comments owed this evening at some point.

[Edit: Oh right. New Lisa Gerrard. That'll help with the calm, but hopefully not enough that I end up with QWERTY-face and drool on my keyboard.]

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This could be the most frightening thing I've read all day. (To be
fair, I haven't been reading much.) From DCist:

Your boss in leather pants. The dream becomes a reality as
average joes from Hughes, QWEST, General Dynamics, the US Mint, The
EPA and the U.S. House of Representatives get their rock star on at
the State Theater. As if that weren't enough, 100% of the proceeds go
to the USO. Perhaps the best part of the whole affair is a headline
that would carry no weight in any other city: "Government IT rocks...
do you?" 7 p.m., $20 (tickets only available at
www.gitrockin.com.)