Day: July 1, 2004

I can SSH and email, but I can't reach any website and my MSN barfed right in the middle of a really fun chat with raspberrysalmon.

SHENANIGANS, I say!

Edit: well, it's not just me. I just spoke with a friend who's also on videotron and he's also having weird connection problems. Some websites load, others not, and MSN is also dead. *shakes fist at videotron*

It was funny though. Before we parted ways, I'd managed to get back in touch with Tia by SSH'ing to one of our office servers, forwarding the X-display over SSH tunnel to my home desktop's X server and using a web-based chat client through Mozilla. Now for most of you, this will sound like gibberish. For those of you who understand that last sentence, yes, I can hear your teeth gnashing. It was heavy, it was clunky, it had the lag from hell, but at least it worked :)

Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: it's a holiday here – I'm still pre-coffee
Tia says: LOL… oh dear!!
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: brb – coffee went boing
Tia says: hm… is it supposed to do that?
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: yes it is
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: on my machine anyway
Tia says: *trying to imagine coffee going boing*
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: well, it's not really boing
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: it's more gurgle-gurgle-gurgle-fssssssssssssssh
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: but boing is faster to type
Tia says: ROFL
[…]
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: and what did your folks think of you getting a stack of DVDs from some unknown canadian?
Tia says: well, first of all, they were warned
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: warned?
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: I now merit a warning label?
Rc – wielder of the 12-gauge pillow of doom! says: danger may cause recently-ingested fluids to exit through nasal orifices?
Tia says: YUP
Tia says: you DEFINITELY merit that one!

If anybody's wants a quick comic fix, I added some new ones to my comics archive.

Well, it is now official. There is an Ikea god and he hates my guts.

I swear I'm going to sacrifice some swedish meatballs next time I go there, because this is just FUCKING NUTS! I went there tonight to get my kitchen table. I checked the stock availability in the afternoon – all was hunky-dory.

Get there, and of course, they're OUT OF STOCK! Bunch of [This portion censored for foul language]. Grrrr. This is the 4th time out of 5 consecutive ikea trips that the stuff I want isn't there. And this time, I can't even bitch that I hadn't checked online – because I did – and look where that got me.

So anyway, there's not a lot I can do at this point. It seems that the home gods in general are angry with me, because Brault&Martineau pulled a fast one on me too. They don't have my dryer in stock either. At least I'll have the washing machine this weekend.