You see, I had been planning to wait on creating a blog until I after I had built myself a server, installed it at work (free server colocation as a perk for working at a small ISP--w00t!), and designed a site for it.
That was the plan when Diary-X went under about half a year ago. As of now, I have a server built entirely from second-hand, third-rate hardware that doesn't work for shit. It needs a lot of work and testing before I consider hosting anything on it. Though I could be designing a site for it while it's in progress... meh. One thing at a time. Hopefully, I'll get my server up and running soon enough, and this will become a redirect page to my new server.
I also thought it would be nice to have a blogger ID so that I can comment on Christine, Jason and Richard's blogs.
About me, in general:
- I used to blog at fuzzymarc.diary-x.com before the server died, which I'm still a bit angry about. I managed to retrieve about sixty of my entries through various sources, but lost several of my favorites anyway. Who runs a server with no backups or redundancy of any kind? That's just stunningly, amazingly irresponsible and stupid. I won't even consider putting my server into production without a software RAID 1 array.
- I'm a professional geek working at a small ISP in Wisconsin, which may or may not change in the near future. My lovely girlfriend Megan is current about 1,300 miles away in Idaho, and I miss her a great deal. (Long story. Suffice it to say that she hasn't always been that far away.) I've decided recently--today, in fact--that I'm going to update my resume and start applying to jobs in the Seattle area. "Seattle," you say, "isn't that in Washington, and not so much in Idaho?" Yes, it is. However, I've been to Megan's town. The odds of finding a job I won't loathe are very small indeed. Seattle is the nearest place I think it will be easy for me to settle in. My good friend Mikey lives there, and has offered to let me live on his couch long enough to get my shit together.
- I have no social life whatsoever. I can't remember the last time I did anything on a Friday or Saturday night. This is due in equal parts to having very few friends, a significantly decreased desire to drink myself retarded on a regular basis, and the fact that I work unpleasant, weird hours.
- On the increasingly rare occasions I leave my apartment for reasons other than work or errands, I go to the Buddhist temple in Oregon, about twenty minutes from my place. I haven't actually been there in months. I practice Tae Soo Do, a martial art style created as an introduction to the more hardcore Hwa Rang Do. If done quickly, it's possible to get a black belt in Tae Soo Do in about two years. Upon graduating into Hwa Rang Do, this translates into an orange sash (second-from-bottom ranking).
- I bike to work when I can, which is most days during the summer. Any jokes relating to the 40-Year-Old Virgin are not appreciated. It may not be the most glamorous way to get to work, but I only have to fill my car's tank once a month, suckers.
- I'm blogging from my cube. I'm actually done for the day, but frankly, I don't really want to go back to my apartment. It has no air conditioning, and it is unmercifully, soul-crushingly hot today. Not to mention the fact that I have mice--apparently, I have a lot of them. I caught mouse number six the other night. I've been forcing the saga of my battle against vermin on anyone who will listen. Granted, I know it's something that no one wants to hear... but I have the unsavory habit of unloading my problems on others. More that likely, I'll do my fair share of bitching here.
I think I'm done rambling for now. Expect more nonsense in the near future.
