Blargh. So much for the quiet week of on-call.
I got oncalled about 03:20 this morning, but that wasn't too bad; log
in, restart the service, back to sleep. But then shortly after 4 I got
called again, about a customer complaining that the service they were
paying us money for wasn't working. I poked at the service in every way
my sleep-addled little brain could think of, and it looked fine to me.
Finally I wimped out and roused my boss, who also spent a while
investigating before decide that our service really was fine and the
problem must be on their end. Unconsciousness all around, but by that
time it was well after 5. I don't know how much lost sleep that all
equates to, but I felt little or no guilt about setting my alarm an hour
later. And, in fact, I got to work pretty much exactly one hour later
than usual, but with a distressing tendency to lapse into somnolence
whenever I stop moving.
Caffeine doesn't actually have much stimulant effect on me, but I
suspect I will be experiencing more than usual of Diet Dr Pepper's
unnaturally invigorating taste today.
I think the dream I had between going to bed for the last time and
getting up to go to work was cool and interesting, but I don't remember
much of it. Something about a mostly depopulated world, and conflicts
between good and evil, and a holy weapon that looked sort of like an
abstract gun-shape rendered in blazing white light with a long tail
extending from where the magazine well would be to wrap around the
wielder's wrist, which shot flechettes of pure darkness or something, and
selling one's soul to the devil but becoming undamned by using the dark
powers for sufficient good* (there were lots of black, white,
and silvery grey auras representing people's damnation, salvation, or
indeterminacy), and a road pirate and his number five wife.
*This reminds me of a dream I had a while
back about a family who had been given great magical power by the Devil
in exchange for owing him a favor to be called in sometime in the future.
They planned to use the powers how they pleased (mostly for good, the
latest generation being mostly reasonable people) and then when the Devil
showed up to call in his favor to "Neener neener!" at him and watch his
plan winning Armageddon crumble. Once I booted up my conscious mind, of
course, it was obvious that the Devil was going to show up and say, "In
accordance with the terms of our bargain, I demand that you ensure that
under no circumstances is anyone allowed to... EAT... THIS... KITTEN!"
and then they'd be trapped in an infinite regress of double-think and
have to decide the fate of the world by tossing a coin, but oh
* * *
Infinite Sea last night went reasonably well, despite or
because of the pregame metagaming session where everyone got to go on
about what they thought was wrong with the game. Since we ended last
session standing confusedly on the deck of a ship as it unexpectedly cast
off, not all of our suggestions could be implemented, but the restricted
environment made many of our objections nonissues, and we got to be
relatively competent and beat up the wererats who stole our stuff and
everything. Now onward, to the giant stone kraken and the mysterious
entity that is leading Danilo around by his glands!