Areas of Unrest

25 June 2006 - Wild Thunder

I'm really writing this Monday morning, since it didn't seem like a good idea to be using the computer during the massive thunderstorm we had Sunday night. The thunder and lightning were more or less continuous for at least four hours. At which point I went to bed, so who knows how long it went on?

My week was not a particularly thunderous one, but it had some ups and downs. Tuesday night, I went to see The Tone Rangers at Jammin' Java. They had invited D.C. Vocals to open for them, who were good, but an opening act should perform for maybe a quarter of the time of the main act, particularly when they're an unadvertised opening act. It was worth the wait, as The Tone Rangers are a lot of fun to see. They needed to be coerced to perform "Wild Thing," though they had an excuse for the coyness as their second bass was not there. Still, it worked fine and it is their signature piece. I hope it will be on their new CD, which should come out in the fall. (It was on their previous one, but that's sold out, alas.)

The low point of the week was Friday afternoon, when my main computer at work was viciously murdered by a technician. How the hell does somebody manage to destroy a hard drive while installing a new keyboard? And, whatever he did, it was damaging enough that they have to send the hard drive out to one of those data recovery services. The most irritating part was that I had to reconstruct stuff i was working on that morning - some of which I had almost completed. I should probably have just pushed lunch off ten or fifteen minutes and emailed it to my company computer before letting savage keyboard man do his thing.

The weekend was mostly an errandy one. I did go to a story swap on Saturday night and rewarded myself for getting through some household paperwork Sunday by going to a movie. Keeping Up With the Steins had a few funny moments, but mostly wasted a good premise. I had low expectations and they were met. And while I am on predictable disappointments, will somebody please stop Lilian Jackson Braun? I read The Cat Who Dropped a Bombshell, which I had picked up for my mother on my last visit to McKay, and it has even less plot than the last few.