When computers finally fail, we're all doomed

We've been without our main server for about five days now.  This is where we learn who really knows what all those numbers actually mean and who has just been blindly typing things every day.  You can probably tell where this is going.  Seems that while I was gone everybody just stared at the forms for a while and then left them in a stack for me.  I'm reminded why I wrote all those programs and spreadsheet conversions in the first place.  I almost don't blame them, these things are such a pain to deal with directly.  Almost.

Oh well, enough about that.  Having failed miserably as a host, I took Saturday off and went down to Denver to try to make up for it in part while Kirstin was there before she went back home Sunday.  She was crashing at Kiso and Melissa's appartment, so I invited myself and declared I was cooking dinner (something I'd wanted to do while Kirstin was visiting but hadn't had time).  Not to be left out, Kirstin decided to cook some chocolate cake for desert.  While Kiso and Melissa were off doing job things, Kirstin and I were wandering around finding ingredients, then taking shifts cooking in the tiny kitchen while showing each other our respective collections of silly/dumb youtube clips.  It was exactly what I'd hoped to be doing while she was up here, and I was only interrupted twice by calls from the theatre.

Lindsay was invited over too, and dinner was declared excellent.  After that we retired to Kiso's computer to watch Erik the Viking (only Kiso and I had seen it before) and drink Kirstin's home-made scumble.  Am I the only one who expects a director's cut to have more in it?  What's the point of paying more for it if they've cut out bits and pieces everywhere?  Meh.  Apparently Kiso didn't remember it as well as I did, so I was the only one who cried out in shock whenever a scene was skipped.  Still, on the whole it was bloody hilarious.

That night I crashed on Kiso's floor while Kirstin took the couch.  The next day I said goodbye again to Kirstin, feeling that I'd at least made up a little for the lameness of the previous week.