I find this song to be a good one when I am rageful: [link] Love me some kd.

I think Armstrong just figured that he was going to still make bank from his LiveStrong foundation and whatnot. Besides his doping has been an open secret for a long time.

And dang, just tried to read up a bit on those shootings in Chicago. WTF?!? 19 shootings in one night, most within a single 30 minute period? There's something deeply wrong with that.

Am I unusually cynical in that I assume that all elite athletes in some sports are probably doping? And cycling is perhaps the biggest.

It is absolutly rampant in cycling. It's also one of those situations where the cure is quite possibly worse than the disease and there are those who argue that the only way to sustain cycling as a sport is just let it go already and decide not to care.

The thing with Armstrong as well is that they're going to have to figure out who to award those titles to, because all of his biggest competition was also doping, like Jan Ulrich.

I'm bargaining on Sail (uh, not SailAweigh--I don't want to put that burden on her) to calm me down after this call. It's not this call, it's our data center.

We tried to get them to do a file copy this evening, but they can't do it, because it involves copying from prod to dev, and they can't do it without opening a firewall. No one is going to approve a firewall opening for something that stupid. Copy it to a staging location and then to dev. Don't act stupid. You're a data center. You are computers. I also don't care how long it takes you. If you didn't want to do these kind of tasks, get into rocket science. And I still bet you'll copy a file or two.

Now, we have yet another Sunday 12AM task. Our email system is under maintenance, so I would like them to call me when they're done with their task. Apparently this is too complicated. No one ever asks them to do this. Uh, I don't give a fuck? If you tell me you need to move the task to when email is working, I will think very ill of you, but don't tell me that I'm out of line asking you to use a working means of communication when email is down. And no, I don't want you to use my personal email. Fuck off. I said call or text me--just fucking do that.

I already have stress. I don't need diva sysadmins who can't copy files telling me they can't send text messages or make phone calls. These people call me all the time, it seems, and read my change requests to me, and ask if that's what I meant, and I say yes, and then they hang up. Get that guy to call me. He knows my number, and he likes it.

Yeah - of the 70 top-ten finishes in those 7 years, somewhere over 40 have been caught doping. Rampant doping is rampant.

Right now, it looks like I’ll be starting work on Sept 4th, after Labor Day. One more week of freedom for me!

Yay!

The thing is it really should be up to them to prove it. No physical evidence, and most of the evidence against him was anonymous testimony. That strikes me as a really bad precedent. The judge ruled against LA beause he agreed to the mediator that made the decision based that anonymous testimony. But I really think that even if LA is an asshole (have not followed closely enough to know) he was convicted on an absurd level of evidence. I gather he is being punished for not confessing and repenting.

Yay Tom!

I just realized that my kitchen window is right on the fire escape, so maybe I don't want to leave it open all the time, which is bumming me out. It was so good open at night! I need to check a little more closely, but it does look like someone could just walk right up and in the window, so.

It's Friday, maybe I'll start drinking now.

Good news! It's National Duck Out For A Drink Day (Observed)! [link] (I am still paranoid to make a pretty link...)