Tower Of Babel

Mine was pretty decent still. Friday night was fucked, actually, but the rest of the weekend was pretty irie. So what made Friday fucked up? Well, Friday, Natty and I went clubbing, in an after, after work sort of way. All my co-workers who we were to be hanging with for part of the nite left as work was finished, but Natty and I had to set MBJr. up with a sitter, a process that took about two more hours, so we were already several drinks behind them when I bucked them up finally at “The Office” (a local bar and lounge). I should have realised that I would never be able to catch up.

I was past hungry by the time we got there, so we ordered some of that overly oily chicken wings and fries that they serve there. The gas in my system combined in a less-than-optimal way with the liquor and the oily food and so I wasn’t feeling 100% from early o’clock! Then we left “The Office” and went to “DLK” - the same bar by Dump Road where I was ganged some time ago. The place did ram! Nuff nuff ppl, all crowding the place and outting on some dancing. Natty and I stood up in a corner sipping on our drinks and watching the people. As I stood there watching them dance and have a great time, I realised that everybody else was having a blast and I was not.

That pissed me off and so I left with Natty, hoping to join up with HER crew. We went by “Harry’s Bar” and we realised that her crew never made it at all. The vibe was just absolutely absent. I didn’t even finish the drink I got when I went in. About half way through, I just put that sucker down and Natty and I left for home, where I lay down in my bed and fell instantly asleep.

Saturday and Sunday were cool though. I decided to do some work on a website I have been loafing on building, then I linked up a woman I used to work with and did some work with her on some code she couldn’t get working. After that I linked up with the guy I was doing the website for and showed him the pages. We spent some time going over it, then we drove up and down taking a few pictures to use to create a banner for the site.

After that, I went home and did some more work on the code I was helping the lady with. A substantial amount of that code is now written. As a result of my efforts with the code , I had to muck around quite a bit with SQL Server 2005 and I must say I learned a lot! I got a lot of things worked out and configured with the SQL Server software loaded on Compi as well, so that was irie.

In the evening, I set up this redundant PC I picked up from work for fifty bucks, then I loaded it up with Ubuntu Server. That was interesting as well. I now have a nice little LAMP box to fool around with. This is great! I plan to use this box to get more familiar with PHP coding and MySQL databases and perhaps with some Java coding as well. We shall see if I ever find the time! ??:

I guess if I spend less time blogging and more doing this coding / database / web app work, I may learn something and may even create something interesting. Perhaps I may even become worthy enough to at least grovel at the feet of one such as Owen or Taylor. If the stuff I develop is good enough to sell, that would be irie too!

On Sunday, I did a bit of reading of a novel, (Jean M. Auel’s “The Valley of Horses“), I watched the final 24 CD I had to watch, thus finishing up the third season finally, and then I went to the Gym. (that was irie, I love how I feel after the workout). We went out to Canton Restaurant for a great lunch, then we came home. I lounged around until dark descended, then we went for a drive around East End and North Side, then back to Bodden Town, just to get out of the house. Later on that night, I configured an FTP server on the Ubuntu LAMP server and ftp’ed over some web pages to it, just to see how well it served up the pages. It was great.

There you have it. A great tech weekend! I haven’t done something like that in a long time. Perhaps that is why it was so much fun!

Did I manage to keep you here or did I bore you to tears?

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You know, I just dreamt that I was playing badmington in this tournament. I used to play badmington lots when I was younger, though just for fun, and I used to fancy that I was a respectable “D” level player (Thats the lowest level in the league) and that if I worked at it, that I could advance up in the league.

So last night, in my dream I tried out playing in a tournament. Do you know what happened? I played like crap! I was missing lots of easy shots, I was flailing at air with my racquet. I found that while I had a good idea of where the shuttlecock was, I couldn’t reallly see it. The lights on the court were just too damned bright and my eyes were not what they used to be.

I played a singles match (knockout) against this guy and I got creamed. I went off court feeling a bit depressed, and I grabbed a soda, then I heard that I was in a doubles match immediately following! (it was a dream, I tell you!) I didn’t even get to drink much more than a gulp before I was back on court, running hard and flailing away at the air, always near to where the shuttlecock was, but still, always missing. My partner and I lost that game too. Did I mention that this was also a knockout game? Well, it was. I was effectively out of the tournament!

Anyway, at the end of that game, someone came up to me and asked me if the lights were bothering me. I told them that they were. They then loaned me a pair of those sunglasses, you know, the silvery ones they have nowadays that block a lot of glare but that you can see through very easily?

They then arranged for me to have a “warmup” match against the guy I had lost to in the doubles match just played. I know, I know, if we had just had a game, why would he need a warmup match, right? I don’t know why! It was just a dream!

Anyway, I played SO MUCH better it wasn’t funny! I was getting to the shuttle now, making great returns to all corners, over the guy’s head, dropshots, everything! I still didn’t win, but it was a really close battle, so much so that the crowd gave me a lot of applause! I guess they were cheering for the underdog, you know? After I almost won lost that third match, I woke up. You know what I was thinking? “Lawd! Even in my dreams I am getting old! Cho man! Now even my eyesight is going!”. (n)

Have I ever mentioned that the very, very first time I met Natty, I was eleven years old? No? Well, yeah, its true. She was sister to Nicolette, who happened to be a friend of one of Ciya’s friends, Sharie. They came over to my house one day, and I was out on the front lawn playing badmington with someone, I think it was Seven. Natty hung out on the lawn with us, chatting and watching us play. She even took a turn with the racquet herself too, playing against me.

I didn’t see her again until I was about eighteen, but that is another story, one I am sure I have written about, somewhere back in time on the Mad Bull’s Blog. You can go search for it if you like. I will too, just not right now.
Talk to you later, my peeps.

What do you think was going on here? Do you think that the dog jumped off (or was thrown off) a burning building and the upstretched hands are those of the person on the ground waiting to catch him?
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