Gigity!

As of this morning, my office computer is now connected at 1 Gbps! I am officially blazing! I love my office setup. It gives me a little geek-out moment every time I walk in. The computer needs a bit of upgrading (only a 3.8Ghz P4 with HT), but the dual 19" LCDs for my PC sitting next to my 20" iMac makes for a Wall Of Data. Fiber link to the switch next to me gives me 100 Mbps to all of the workstations around me, but I get the one gig link on it for myself!

The sad thing is realizing one of the most basic rules of computing though: all computers wait at the same speed.



Screw it. Mine waits faster. 8-)

It's 12:05am...

...and I'm mostly asleep. But I get woken up by a particularly nasty sound coming from the baby's room. Yup, that's right. The girl that in the last month has had multiple double ear infections, pink eye, and some kind of viral thing in her lungs, now ALSO has the stomach flu. And is puking. All over my wife. And herself. And the floor. This isn't the same as the spitup that you get from baby's after a feeding. This is the "I can identify what that is, and what meal it came from" half digested, stinking to high heaven, vomit. Renee has never done anything like this before, so she's completely freaking out and has no idea what's going on. We're trying to comfort her, but it's hard, because her breath stinks like you wouldn't believe, but she's obviously feeling...delicate...and confused, and so she refuses to drink any water or anything to wash her mouth out with. I think that's enough details to give you an idea of what the next two hours were like. This has resulted in two things.

One, I only got maybe three hours of sleep, so I'm completely loopy tired wired on caffeine at work right now.

And two, despite the fact that my daughter was born on one, and I have been trying to look at them in a more amused light because of it, I'm back to being a bit wary of Friday the 13th...