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When it rains, it pours, and when t pours, the roof leaks.

Gods, I want a smoke. Camel Special Light, please.

yeah, it’s one of those weeks.

About Kevin Sonney

Kevin Sonney - who, contrary to popular opinion was NOT raised by wolves - grew up in central North Carolina. He fell into the technology field by accident in 1991, when he gave up the wild and crazy lifestyle of an on-air AM radio DJ to become a mundane technical support monkey. The technology industry has never really recovered from this. Kevin has worked for such names as IBM, Red Hat, webslingerZ, and Lulu Technologies (we won't mention the ones that didn't survive the experience). He currently works as a Linux Administrator for Apptio. In his spare time he rescues stray animals and plays video games with his two sons. His wife, we're sad to say, helps him get past the really hard bits. Kevin is still not very mundane, he just got better at hiding it.
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3 Responses to 495

  1. moonfl0wer says:

    a *hug* goes out to you, and a prayer for damien…

  2. flavor says:

    your roof is leaking, too?

    maybe we should start a club

  3. alchemist says:

    I’m being figurative, but if my roof did leak, I’d have the builder over here busting ass.

    OTOH, the fan for the mater bathroom is over the toilet. The pipe for said fan goes straight up to the roof. Condensation builds in the pipe, and then runs straight down the pipe. The pipe is pretty much uninsulated, BTW, because it exhausts directly to the outside.

    The drip is about where your shoulder (standing) or thigh (sitting) would be.

    Now, imagine this at about 3am…

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