A Matter of National Security

For any of you who follow Steve’s website you may have noticed over the last couple of days that it was MIA.

After checking with his host, he found out that the server that his site resides on was siezed by the Department of Homeland Security because it contained “contraband materials”. Further complicating the issue, the DOHS said they haven’t decided if they are going to give it back. As someone who has never taken the time to back-up his database, Steve is essentially screwed. All those nuggets of wisdom and nerdy insights may be lost forever.

For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of a server farm, there are any number of sites and subsequent databases on a given server. So, although the options are limitless as to who or what could have perpetrated the infraction, I can’t help but wonder if Steve’s recent post where he dropped the f-bomb about 30 times AND had the audacity to actually be critical of the current commander in chief, may have somehow been involved.

Our newest addition

Before I even begin: NO, I have not had the baby. I am not in labor, nor am I feeling particularly clairvoyant and able to tell if I will be in labor anytime soon. Believe me, we’ll let you know.

Now that we have that out of the way…

I am finally experiencing the freedom to sit down and use the computer without the feeling that someone is hovering uncomfortably in the background waiting to pounce the moment I leave my seat. Not only do I have to deal with Stella’s relentless insistence that we spend hours at sesamestreet.com, but I now have a husband who has finally begun to realize his dream as a web person. He has managed to weasel himself into a position of some power in regards to the Mac High website, and has been spending countless hours working on a new content management system with which they will host their pages.

Why then all of a sudden am I free to use the computer to update my blog with 4 days worth of compiling posts? Well, it might have to do with the fact that I am staring at a box that just arrived from Dell. Inside this box is a laptop computer that someone has convinced me “we have been discussing for months” and impulsively purchased last week “because it was such a sweet deal!”

It is really sad to watch a grown man trying to supress his urges to rip the box open (which he eventually did), pull out the computer and start geeking out in set-up and configuration mode. Every ten minutes or so, he walks over to the box and pulls a new component out “just to look” or “just to get this part charging” or “just stare at it lovingly and stroke it’s lovely blue chassis” It is just sad, people.

The upside is that I will now have more time to use the computer, if I so choose. The downside is that I am about ready to double my pleasure (and my fun) in the kid department, and don’t foresee a time when the two of us will ever be able to sit for extended periods of time at a computer simultaneously.

But come on, it was such a great deal!

Urban Wildlife, Part III

Good news: There is nothing trapped alive under our house.

Bad news: There is something dead trapped under our house.

Although the severity of the skunk stench has pretty much dissipated, there has still been a lingering odor as you move from the hallway into our bedroom. (Being the pregnant one with dog-nose, I am the only one who continued to smell it.) After much pestering, Steve volunteered to do a quick round under the house to make sure all was well. Let’s just say that the mission turned ugly about the point that he found out what that unidentified lump was that we spotted last Sunday when we did that cursory look from the crawl-space with a flashlight.

Two heavy-duty contractor bags, a bottle of enzymatic formula and some other potion he unearthed from the garage later, and my husband just moved up about 15 notches on the best husband ever scale.