Purveyor of Iniquities

…and faster than evah!

Yes, it’s hard for an overeducated someone to fake poor spelling and grammar unless he has a specific speech group in mind.

Which he does not, right now.

Today we left work at 5 PM, very early for us the way things have been going lately, to work on the website, which we promised various people that we would do like months ago.

But now it’s done, and we’re pleased with the way things turned out, especially in that the service that the website offers is now a) no longer too frustratingly slow to be at all useable and b) functional, in that it does properly everything that it ought to, so far as we know. Plus, we’re secretly pleased with ourselves that moving everything took far less time than we thought it would.

Why? No doubt on account of a certain someone’s skill at these things, to the point that he was mucking about with ifconfig commands and network interfaces and these stupid autogenerated webserver configuration files that read like they were mumbled by the town drunk and all other manner of muckety-muck.

In fact, more than once that certain special someone sent a nasty email to the company responsible for the absolutely semantically empty, that is, totally without meaning, so far as we can tell, configuration files. That someone was, up to an hour ago, determined to wipe all of that company’s software off of his server. He was willing, even looking forward, to spending hours in that task and planned to giggle all the way through. But now he doesn’t care, even though he would be pleased to see or hear of the particular muck who caused so much of his time to be wasted and made his face turn read and drove him nearly to give up fall into an open sewer or something.

But that someone really doesn’t care. Really.

And now that it is not quite ten PM we have an entire evening before us, and, conveniently, we are sitting in a Starbucks on DuPont Circle. Convenient because 1) we are wired and will be awake for quite some time, perhaps all night and 2) because there are many fine places within walking distance where one may confront and battle his own demons, assuming that those demons are bottled spirits and he has proper identification in his pocket, which…yes!…he does.