The Cat5e Blues

So. My ever-lovely amaranth of a server, Willowisp, has been offline for nearly a week now due to the move. A dreadful thing for me because my soul is somehow stitched to the very motherboard of that machine and I like to have her to use… So this has been a bit wearing of an experience.

Avast, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Today and yesterday CAT5e cables have been burrowing through the walls and emerging from place-to-place. Something that when complete, I hope to be able to bring my lovely maiden of electronic joy back to the land of the wakeful and use her again.

Primarily because it would be nice to play around with getting websites like Vox Ex Machina back online and start to work on the three different webserials that have possible incarnations that yet are twinkles in my eyes.

Oh yes, the cables – they’re blue.

The Dustbunnies Are Revolting

It is day two of the move and the boxen are closing in. Circling off escape routes and dismantling furniture as they go. We have been holding out against this siege now for about forty-eight hours and, though the end is definitely in sight, we’re still uncertain about our future.

The most prominent element of this event is the dustbunnies. In particular those that have been mounting armies—vast fuzzy regiments armed with frizz-bombs and toothpicks—under my bed. Like bugs scrambling when their rock has been lifted, the dustbunnies quickly scattered, but not before showing their true, terrible numbers.

We have called in a mechanized division for battlefield sweep up.

Meanwhile, I sleep on a mattress on the floor, trading watches with my cabbit plushy, watching the dim flicker of the dustbunny campfires in the distance.