or run away to the foreign legion

Whee.

Radiohead show on Wednesday. Fucking awesome. I think it might have been the best show I’ve ever been to. Check it out at ease.

A couple of corrections regarding my previous California recall debacle: 900,000 people must sign the initial recall ballot, out of about 21.5 million registered voters, which is closer to four percent than five. 1.6 million signatures were turned in, and last I heard, 1.3 million (six percent) were certified. Secondly, the 65 signatures to get on the ballot do need to be certified, and while over 250 people turned in the paperwork, only 137 will appear on the ballot.

But it’s still fucking ridiculous.

And with Bustamente and Arnold running neck-and-neck right now at about 40%, it’s looking increasingly likely that the winner will have less of a mandate than Gray Davis.

The power outages have been wreaking havoc on the routes across the country; the machine that hosts joeshaw.org — as well as other top internet sites like assbarn.com, nat.org, loolix.com, and the number three smut site in the world, off.net — is located in Toronto. The UPS worked dutifully for a couple hours but eventually failed and left that corner of the internet in the dark. Before long, it was basically impossible to get to a bunch of sites, because traffic was getting into routing loops between new york and london. Takes me back to 1995 and the days when the majority of traffic ran through sprintlink and those morons had no idea what they were doing. Anyway, nice to see my home state of Ohio (go buckeyes!) is to blame.

Today I’ve been moving a bunch of data off smaller drives (4 gig SCSI and 10 gig IDE) onto larger drives, partly to make it more manageable, and partly because I’m terrified of the drive failing and me losing that data. In fact, one of the 10 gig drives failed. A Western Digital. Do not buy Western Digital drives, no matter how poor you are in college. They still suck. IBM drives, on the other hand, do not suck.

Anyway, I ended up spending most of my day reading old email and chat logs and internet stalking my high school and college friends. I miss them terribly and must send them all email.

Some high school yearbook pictures: