abort mission?
This post might not make it. I had big plans earlier to post some photos and change the header, but my FTP (file transfer protocol) client wasn’t able to connect to my server, which most likely means that the Pimbasworld server (which I like to call MY server) got switched off or something along those lines. Incidently, I noticed that there’s a new post on Pimbasworld. First one in almost a month. Sweet, buddy.
Anyway, so what’s new? Well…
Last week Seattle had a big storm come through and weird shit happened. First off, the winds picked up pretty good. Those of you who have lived in FL or 2-3 states in either direction won’t be impressed, but for Seattle the winds were good and solid. People were out of power, we actually heard thunder and we had hail the size of AK blueberries (bigger than peas, but smaller than grapes)! OMIGOD!!! I got to work on Friday and a few hours later, the hail and thunder hit. Dean and I were laughing at the craziness, because as the hail started falling we went outside to check it out. As soon as we opened the door we got sandblasted by the hail (it was falling hard and blowing fast) and it was a winter wonderland outside. For about 15 minutes. Seriously, you’d be SO impressed if I were able to connect with my FTP (float the pictures) client, because within 5 minutes, it went from just rain to icy street out front. And I have the photos to prove it!
In addition, I have a photo of the two cats sleeping with each other on the couch here. I’d say that the black one is skittish and only opened up to me one time, and that the grey one is totally a friendly cat, but there’s no point since my FTP (feline technical photo) client is down at the moment and you can’t see which is which. However I can tell you that I got up today and had to run down to the new location for our bike shop to help paint the place. I was gone all day, and I knew I would be, so I fed the fish and the cats, and cleaned out the cat box and off I went. When I got back 9 hours later I couldn’t find grey kitty. I looked all over and finally found him locked in the room that I sleep in. He wasn’t pissed (I hope, I haven’t checked my stuff in there to see if he crapped in my backpack), he just started to rub against my leg so vigorously that I thought he’d wear a hole in my pant legs. I’m wearing denim, folks. It was that serious. Poor kitty.
I guess the only thing now is to hit the ‘publish’ button to see if this post will go through. I’m hoping that I can still add content even though I’m doing this online without the FTP (fuck this post) client. After all, if the server is down then it doesn’t matter how the info is supposed to come into it, it’s down. We’ll see.
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