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Today involved work.

Ordinarily, that would usually mean today would be considered a loss. But...

...This link is where the backstory is... I was in a small discussion with the Girl from Bottles (No, not PersonTwo, check my past logs) today, and we somehow got Slavedriver's name mentioned in the discussion. Oddly, she mentioned that he got his ass fired.

I found this odd since nothing EVER happens that fast where I work. It was only about two weeks ago that she filed the sexual harassment claim against Slavedriver.

I thought nothing of what she said for a few seconds, then decided to check the work schedule for Slavedriver's name. Nothing. Nowhere. His name was completely and entirely absent.

"Damn," I thought to myself, "Guess he was fired." Girl from Bottles actually gained the courage to file the claim, and it stuck. I'm proud of her.

But besides that, I came back home from work and tried to sleep off the head cold I was developing, to no avail. It was then that I heard my friend's computer bombed out on him. Windoze was being Windoze all over his computer. Armed with my handy emergency disk in hand (The one with the CD driver, the Iomega Zip Drive drivers, and the batch file which started the install procedure of the Red Hat Linux 6.0 CD), I set out to save a computer from near-death.

April 15, 2000

So I was going to the fridge to get something to drink, when I noticed a puddle of light brownish fluid on the floor under a cabinet. Figuring that the mess wasn't going anywhere in particular, I checked the above cabinets for the source of the slop. No luck. Time for the sponge! Closer inspection revealed that the fluid was coming from under the moulding along the wall.

Enter the apartment manager. She grudgingly dipped her finger in the brown liquid, sniffed it. "Alcohol. Beer. Definitely an ale." She grimaced and ran out the door. A few minutes later, she returned and explained what happened: Apparently one of the tenants in the apartment above mine was unsuccessful at brewing beer and had a few bottles explode in his closet.

Today was truly The Day the Wall Bled Beer.

So today some crazy folks from Dartmouth (myself included) headed down to Skidmore for an Ultimate tournament. It kicked ass. It was warm and sunny, and life was good. The fields were trashed, though. They were soggy and muddy (past ankle-deep in some places). So we played some disc, got some sun, had a few beers from the ever-present keg, maybe smoked a little weed. And we had the time of our lives. We got all nice and muddy, and we played a naked point, andit was awesome. And we had layout drills in the mud.

Life is good.

Today I went to meet friends at the buddha garden. When they left, I decided to explore along the train tracks. I walked under an overpass checking out the graffiti when I heard a "chink, chink" kind of noise up ahead. I walked on the balls of my feet over the ties, though there was so much noise from the highway overhead that I don't think you could have heard me if I'd been stomping through the gravel. I saw a long articulated platform on the rails up ahead, so I went back under the overpass, climbed up a ridge, and hopped over the light rail tracks to a place where I could see further. I saw that the platform had a piece of construction machinery on it that a guy in a hard hat and safety orange vest was working on. The platform was coupled to a little switch engine. I watched the guy until he finished what he was doing, got into the engine, and pulled away. When he was out of sight I climbed back down and resumed exploring along the tracks.

After a little while I came to a bridge that went over Falls Road. After a little dithering I decided to cross over it; there was a platform to the side where I could stand if a train came. I got halfway across, and was starting to enjoy myself--it was a beautiful day and peaceful there in the gorge of the Jones Falls--when I heard someone yell "Hey!" from below. I looked down and I saw a guy on a motorcycle who I took to be a CSX or Conrail cop--I don't know which line operates that stretch of track. He zoomed up out of sight, presumably to wait for me where Falls Road meets the tracks. I didn't particularly feel like having a discussion with him, so I looked around for other options.

Across the track to my right, I saw that there was a ridge of land that descended steeply into the river gorge. However, a chain-link fence ran across the top of the ridge. From where I was standing, it looked like I could walk along the top of the ridge using the fence to keep my balance, and come out into a parking lot that gave onto the city streets.

It turned out to be not that simple. I crossed the first stretch of fence in high spirits at the fast one I was pulling on the cop--until it turned out that I had seen an optical illusion. Really, to get to the parking lot, I would have to traverse a second section of fencing.

This was a little rougher, as the native flora had started to reclaim the top of the ridge here. I had to step over little bushes and clumps of grass. When I came to the third section of fence, which had been overgrown to the point that I had to push my way through tree branches and the attendant vines, I was distinctly annoyed. And I had to pee. The sound of the river didn't help that at all.

I came to the fourth section, and that's when I seriously considered turning back and looking for another route. This fence went not along the top of the natural ridge, but along the top of a thin brick retaining wall that stretched some 20 feet down to the ground. I went very carefully over the wet bricks, holding myself as close as possible to my good friend the fence. My toes were on the wall and my heels over air.

Finally I came to a place where I could climb down to a gap under the fence. From there I was able to go down a fire escape on a handy building there to a gap in another fence, squeeze through, and walk down to Falls Road, where immediately I took a long wooden staircase up to Howard Street and the surface areas of Baltimore. I walked to a friend's house where they were preparing for a party, and made someone drive me home so I could bathe and change.

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