A brief outage indeed. And guess what! My gnucash even works again, so I can now input all my transactions for the week. (Something wierd was happening with the dependencies earlier, which kept it from installing, but tonight's update fixed it all.) Three cheers for the Debian developers! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip, hooray! Hip hip, hooray!

With the line down tonight (the fix took longer than a half hour, but still barely a fraction of the time US Pest typically takes to fix things when the problem is on their end), I watched American Beauty DVD again. This time moving the DVD set into the other room, since other members of the family had expressed an interest in seeing the movie. Excellent film making.

One of these days, maybe even this very weekend, Bitscape will get off his lazy ass and create/restore a workable movielog submission system. I'm tempted to abandon the web-based thing in favor of something a little more like the current ramblings system. Just a nice little eterm with vim, thank you.

Of course, for movielog, there's slightly more to think about and program than ramblings, because there's all the ratings fields, the now defunct and might-be-resurrected imdb url field, venue, etc etc etc. For those types of things, I think the cgi form actually works better, but when it comes to typing text, there's nothing quite like good old vi. :)

[Bitscape recalls a time... was it three? Four years ago? A little over three years ago. Brand new to the Linux adventure, vi and all its variants were still despised by Bitscape and other newbies in the vicinity. It was incomprehensible how a text editor so plain, unremarkable, cryptic, and confusing ("How the !@%$# do you quit out of this damn thing?!?") could be adored by so many.]

A long time ago, my friends. A long time ago.

And now, I can feel my stomach. It's telling me something. It hears a call from a distant place. Through the snow and ice, this message reverberates inside the gut, and up to the tongue and taste buds, offering delicious morsels to any who care to heed it. It is the call of Taco Bell.

Do I listen to it, and brave the elements? Do I wake Tobias from his silent sleep under the blanket of white? Do I dare find out just how icy those winter night roads may be?

I think I do. :)

THIS is what weekends are all about. Tweedledee.