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7 January 1999
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i dreamt that i was in a room that was sorta like a cross between a cafeteria and an art room. i was trying to read my email on one of those pocket organizers, but i couldn't remember the key commands. i had some physical mail too, although i think it may have materialized out of my email. there was a letter from warren written on about 100 gum wrappers. alex was there with a bunch of mail too. i remember thinking it was good to see him in person.
later i was walking on a highway that seemed like california, but i was still in texas. there was a traffic jam, but because i was on foot (as were a few other people) i could surpass it. i ended up in the offices of someone who i had bought something online from. outside the windows it still looked like california, but it felt like new england, and it was still texas. this online company had been running a promotion where they included a powerball ticket with every order, and i had won 18 million dollars.
later still, i was on the phone with my mom, and she was arguing with me about how much money i had won.
about noon i noticed that my connection to carrot had died. temporary network problem, i figured, and tried to reopen. no luck. no response from carrot. it shouldn't have crashed, it's a new server, much more reliable than turnip was. so i checked daikon. no response. i checked the router on our ip block. no response.
at this point i figure maybe something's pushed discovernet over the edge and they've pulled the plug on our subnet. i try calling daniel, suzy says he's up at the office with marc moving stuff out. i figure that none of the phone lines are still ringing there, but a try all the numbers i can find anyway. no luck. i look up the number for the coffee shop downstairs. i call and say, hi, i'm looking for daniel, i hear he's upstairs moving stuff. i'm sorry, i can't help you, she says. i ask, you can't even knock on the door? i'm sorry, i'm really busy. click.
excuse me? i think. could you be any more rude? so i call back and joe, the owner, answers the phone. i say, i'm looking for daniel, this is something of an emergency, i heard he was there. and joe says, he's been a real pain in my ass recently. and i say, yeah, he can be a pain, but it's really an emergency and i need to talk to him. he says, i don't know where he is, but if i see him i'll tell him. click.
so i call suzy, tell her that as soon as i mentioned daniel's name the coffee shop hung up on me, she said she'd give bill marshall a call, 'cause he lives just down the street and see if he could stop by to tell daniel. daniel gets the message, drives home, gives me a call. i explain the situation. he calls discovernet, and bryan pokes around and finds a routing problem upstream of them. of course i could get to their website fine, but our ip block was completely off-line.
the routing problem continued on through the afternoon and evening. fun.
later i was walking on a highway that seemed like california, but i was still in texas. there was a traffic jam, but because i was on foot (as were a few other people) i could surpass it. i ended up in the offices of someone who i had bought something online from. outside the windows it still looked like california, but it felt like new england, and it was still texas. this online company had been running a promotion where they included a powerball ticket with every order, and i had won 18 million dollars.
later still, i was on the phone with my mom, and she was arguing with me about how much money i had won.
about noon i noticed that my connection to carrot had died. temporary network problem, i figured, and tried to reopen. no luck. no response from carrot. it shouldn't have crashed, it's a new server, much more reliable than turnip was. so i checked daikon. no response. i checked the router on our ip block. no response.
at this point i figure maybe something's pushed discovernet over the edge and they've pulled the plug on our subnet. i try calling daniel, suzy says he's up at the office with marc moving stuff out. i figure that none of the phone lines are still ringing there, but a try all the numbers i can find anyway. no luck. i look up the number for the coffee shop downstairs. i call and say, hi, i'm looking for daniel, i hear he's upstairs moving stuff. i'm sorry, i can't help you, she says. i ask, you can't even knock on the door? i'm sorry, i'm really busy. click.
excuse me? i think. could you be any more rude? so i call back and joe, the owner, answers the phone. i say, i'm looking for daniel, this is something of an emergency, i heard he was there. and joe says, he's been a real pain in my ass recently. and i say, yeah, he can be a pain, but it's really an emergency and i need to talk to him. he says, i don't know where he is, but if i see him i'll tell him. click.
so i call suzy, tell her that as soon as i mentioned daniel's name the coffee shop hung up on me, she said she'd give bill marshall a call, 'cause he lives just down the street and see if he could stop by to tell daniel. daniel gets the message, drives home, gives me a call. i explain the situation. he calls discovernet, and bryan pokes around and finds a routing problem upstream of them. of course i could get to their website fine, but our ip block was completely off-line.
the routing problem continued on through the afternoon and evening. fun.