Definitely not a good start to the day

Got in this morning to discover that the aircon in our server room had failed (the temp was up to 27°C), so several of the development servers have been taken down (the 27°C is the stable temp after that kit had been powered down for 12 hours).

Seperately, and independently, the network kit in a completely different building had also chosen the weekend just gone to curl up and die.

Overslept by 30 mins, and right atm I just want to go back home to bed, still feeling a bit... spaced, or whatever it was that had me feeling relatively under-par yesterday.

...and just remembered

Unless you know who I am before you knock, do not expect a warm welcome at Castle Fox's front door on a Sunday afternoon.

I was ploughing my way through that Merlin book I mentioned when, lo!, there was a knock at the portcullis door.

Mali, naturally, went beserk, as is his wont, but I managed to keep him outside the airlock^*, and answered the door to find two very smarmy looking types in matching suits and ties smiling million dollar smiles at me.

Thinking very much that I know already what this is about, I scan their respective chests to see, yes, name badges. I didn't read their names, because the name 'Jesus Christ' was written larger still, which was enough.

slowfox: don't waste your time, I'm an atheist. Thanks. Bye

Missionary: *very strong American accent* Gee! What made you make that decision? *smiles smug smile*

slowfox: I'm a rationalist *closes door*

Missionary (though the closed door): I wish I was a rationalist.

I swear, I can *hear* the vacant smile through the door.

slowfox (through door): You should try it sometime.

Then, remembering that I'm not supposed to be engaging these people in conversation, I head back through to the living room, vowing that next time I'm answering the door with the dog at my side.


* - Castle Fox isn't actually underwater, despite the weather's best attempts a couple of years back. Nonetheless, I do try to ensure that the front door isn't open if the door from the hall to the living room is, and vice versa, so as not to unleash the Hound of d00m on the Dukeries unrestrained

Work in progress

The work network got taken down about an hour ago. With nothing else to do, I started work on the TTK:R chapter Summary. We're back live, now, so I'm posting this for safekeeping, and then work beckons muchly:

( The Trail of the Dying, The Trail of the Dead (up to Ch 34) )