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Tonight I will eat a rubber tire to the music of “Flight of the Bumblebee.” Maestro?

Bad day.

Paged from an uneasy sleep to reset something on the production website. Then woke up and was stretching and finding coffee when the entire site went down hard and fast because the database blew up. We have failover. It failed over. Just not fast enough. Apparently buying the super ginchy six figure enterprise apparatus doesn’t mean anything the salesman tells you.

Then our app started choking and spitting and dying and restarting in a loop and I had to manually reset things. And it did it again, and again. Then, when we thought that was fixed I went to get a haircut and while that was happening it blew up again plus someone decided on Friday at 6 pm that there was suddenly a problem with part of the site that needed an emergency software update.

I completed that at the Starbucks. Then I tried to go get something to eat and a cup of coffee and during that the site blew up again in the same way. I managed to fix the entire thing from the hiptop but I didn’t enjoy it, not one little bit. If I spend this weekend fixing broken crap every 2 hours because of someone else’s poor planning then I promise that Tuesday morning is going to be a very difficult time for someone else.

However!

The new (after 22 years) Mission of Burma record is really really good. I had a good meatball sandwich for dinner. And I did manage to get my hair cut so I now look like Uncle Fester instead of Klaus Nomi, which is a big improvement.

Posting by email is apparently broken. I attempted to announce from the Ralphs that I saw a product called “Et Tu Caesar Salad Kit”. I assume it comes with red Italian dressing?

She said she really liked brown shoes and I’ve never heard anyone say that before.

Today I purchased pillows at Target. This was a desperate need because my pillows were 10 years old and I had been sweating energetically into them the entire time. Gross. The Target now has Veuve Clicquot.

I ate dinner at the local IHOP. It’s been on 17th street forever and is very dingy. The food isn’t good, but it’s very evocative of childhood for me so I go about every two months.

Today I stopped and noticed the little Shrine to This IHOP near the entrance. As with most restaurants of this type were were articles from local papers about the place or letters from long-time customers, etc. Unlike most, there was a long article from a newspaper about the owner. His name is something like Abdullah Akbar and he is an Afghani and a former CIA agent who fought against the Soviets in the 1980s war.

I wonder if I bought pork chops, eggs, hash browns and pancakes from Al-Qaeda today?

At D’s a horrible hippie band arrived in the late afternoon with lots of electrical equipment and booted me out of my table so they could plug in. When I stopped by later the entire patio was full of their greasy friends, and they had a keyboard and PA and a few amps out. This just sort of spontaneously happened. I think I should show up there next week with a kazoo hooked up to a Fender Twin and just cut loose.

Oh, and Eric got into such a bad fight with one of his customers at the Napa that the police were called.

What does anyone think of the poetry of Robert Penn Warren? Redhead Sara(h) was reading it today and said it was good. I’ve never read any. I talked to her and two musicians named Matt for about an hour. Matt #1 once had to bring home a garden gnome from Ireland.

I am Lonesome Cowboy Substitute lately. I don’t seem to connect with people much in person. Also, I don’t think anyone has got a sentence completely out in about six weeks.