As it turns out, the roadside assistance arrived 15 minutes *before* their projected ETA, the guy popped open my door and got it unlocked, and the car started with no problem and I still made it home before 6. I need to send Progressive an e-mail giving big props to them.

So that was a wee adventure that turned out fine. Yay.

Yay for only wee adventures!

So today I tried to start the weed whacker, but as expected, I have no real idea how the thing works. I'm pretty sure there's some sort of fuel mixture I should be putting in it, but given that we have, like, six different unlabeled gas cans, I'm not going to go for it.

And then I just spent a half an hour walking around my miniscule property looking for my hand tools that would do the same job. But I don't know where they are. They might be under the part of the shed that fell over while we were gone this summer, but it's too heavy for me to lift up by myself.

Or it's possible they're just somewhere underneath the weeds. That I need to cut. With my hand tools. I am seeing more and more benefit in the whole "hire the neighbor boy" scheme.

Barrowman casting news:

he is going to be recurring in Arrow on the CW.

I'm happy.

There's no need to whitefont that.

Barrowman will be on Arrow. Hey. bARROWman. Yeah, I actually got nothing, huh?

Damn, I'm having the sort of pain that means I do more work rather than less, because I don't want to get up, but I should really get up, because things are blurry, and the red lines under my typing are hard to see. And that's pretty much my professional threshold.

One more status report. And I just sent out a "well, none of your reports replied to me" email. And made a "he needs every single word on the invoice explicitly explained" phone call. Sometimes my life is way more glamourous than I would have predicted in university.

Just realized that my stupid DVR didn't record most of my shows last night. WTF, Comcast! Things were going so well, too.

Okay, I thought that sort of information was for N.A. only.

And he's going to be recurring - although his character doesn't appear to have a name.

It's a new series. Saying who's in the cast isn't a spoiler.

Two of the developers were making a decision on something to do with IIS, and they were treating it like it was case sensitive. I said "but isn't IIS case insensitive when it's using NTFS as a file source, at least?" And one of the developers got really unprofessionally pissy at me. She said she asked her guy (who she'd earlier said wasn't the IIS subject matter expert) and he said to do it this way, and if I wanted to challenge it I was free to come to the Developer's Review Board. I told her I didn't care, but this was precisely why I was trying to identify an SME as ultimate authority (her guy had also made a dumb mistake the week before--of course IIS cares which IP address you set up for a given website--if that server isn't actually configured for that IP address, how's IIS going to serve up a website at same?). I later found the official IIS guru, asked him about case sensitivity, and it turned out he backed my position.

I hope she never forwards my emails to her to my manager. She is my weak spot. I just can't...aI couldn't stop myself from saying "I've found our official subject matter expert, and he agrees with me. I don't care what you do with this piece of information, I just thought you should have it."

So, yeah, oozing passive aggressiveness. I checked the instructions she wrote for the task. They assume case insensitivity.

Cleaning the fridge is kind of a monster job.

I totally read this as "a SMONSTER job" and I was like, "Okay? I've been scraping paint off windows all day, I'm in that mode."

Oh! And Pix, I am so glad to hear it's not bedbugs.

Yay for no bed bugs, hope whatever it is stops biting you Pix.

The instructions for my desk specifically say that you only need one adult to put it together.

It would seem that I don't qualify.