Sigg3.net running out of space
23.08.09 (category: computerwelt)
As your comatose relative(s) may have completely failed to notice, Sigg3.net's database was down and up and down the last couple of days. At first it was deemed a configuration issue but it turned out I had churned out more words than my megabytes of storage could allow for. This could happen again! So just check in a day later. I'm always around.
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My generous host Enavn has raised the upper limit to allow for the page to still be displayed while I decide what to do.
I was taken aback by this situation since I was under the clear impression that I had paid for database storage in addition to my "normal", flat-file webspace. Add to this a site administration tool that clearly says I have more than half a gig to go on and you can see the contour of my general bafflement. Alas, I will have to go through the digital paperwork and find out what is what and how much is it and why not or else. To cut down in the amount of words I may have to drp 'vry vwl 'n rder 2 sve spce.. But you can't twitter a god damn train of thought unless you're a master of text-speak. Which I am not. When I send an SMS there are often multiple references to messages of the past, which I have numbered sequentially according to sender and receiver, so that Ref#SI-B421 and Ref#HA-SI883 exclamation mark exclamation mark space smiley..
In the meantime it's business as usual. I mean, breakfast as usual. See ya!
posted by Sigg3 @ 11:16 am
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DIY Extreme Makeover: Making Progress!?!
19.08.09 (category: news)
The complete redecoration of our new flat is taking shape, although not as fast as you'd expect. I'm saying you but I was just as astonished by the amount of shit hidden in those walls and under the floors. Floors as in plural. Not to mention all the bricks. My shoulders are still crying. Here's everything else than bricks:
Waste material
We're 90% done with the deconstruction I'd say, and only a few percentage into actually re-building our home. With our old flat sold and left behind to a very happy young couple, we're temporarily staying at Lady C's sister's place, where we even have our own room and a personal housemaid! .. Just kidding. It's on the 5th floor with a glass veranda and lots of old, smelly people in the hallway. Anyway, here's a before and after of our livingroom as of today:
Livingroom AS PURCHASED
Livingroom DECONSTRUCTED
As you can see the last photo was taken a bit closer to the study, the piano in the first image is in the middle of it, and the door has been widened to allow for a classic double door from Sweden. But it is the same flat nevertheless. The floors are off and only need to polish them and they are done. Before that though, the new ceiling and walls have to be laid:
... not to mention impregnate this wall.. hehe..
We are working every single day on the makeover, so we're often positively surprised when someone visits -- such as my brother today -- and says how much work we've done. Because the list of Absolutely Everything that Needs to be Done is still very long, and very little is checked out as of today. Except the garbage. We're still waiting for the bills:)
posted by Sigg3 @ 10:39 pm
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Truckin' August 2009, Vol. 8, Issue 8: And I'm back!
14.08.09 (category: literature)
Yeah, that's right! After a long hiatus, nearly a year! I am back in the pond of extremely talented, inspiring and godawful writers that walk the tracks of Truckin. Not a big piece this time. I wouldn't want my thousands of readers to strain themselves because there are two-three more stories to come the next couple of months. I don't write much these days. I'm on vacation, and have a full-time job redecorating our new flat. I'll have an update for you "shortly" in the meanwhile, here's what Pauly's saying:
The August edition of Truckin' marks the debut of Katitude, who shares a true road story about her adventures to Alaska on a motorcycle. This end of the summer issue also has several veterans with Art Rosch and Michael Friedman returning to the mix, and everyone's favorite Norwegian, Sigg S. Amdal, is back with a dazzling tale. I'm happy to say that we'll be seeing more of Sigge in the near future.
Modigliani by Paul McGuire
Rafi handed me $25. The $20 bill was crisp, but the five singles were wrinkled. One of them had the eyes of George Washington blacked out by a pen...
Locust Swarm of One by Sigg3
Bright light stung his eyes like an impenetrable carpet of white needles. He winked to dull the eyeball itch, trying to carve out some detail in the white dark. Was it completely clear or clearly a blizzard, he wondered, as everything outside the windows just displayed the distinct sharpness of a void?...
Top of the World by Katitude
The road twisted and curled around the mountains with no guardrails to soothe my fear of heights, and my bike was not handling well at all. The street bike, with the tires that already had a major trip's worth of wear on them, was not made for this kind of terrain. The weight of camping gear raised the center of gravity and with every curve I thought I could feel the rear tire slide a bit...
Maui Rescue by Michael Friedman
I had heard numerous horror stories about unsuspecting people being robbed on the side of highways by people they thought were going to help them. My heart almost pounded out of my chest when two 300-plus-pound Hawaiians got out of the small truck...
Fish Store by Arthur Rosch
He gunned the motorcycle. He turned the amplifier all the way up and thwanged a huge chord. He was going to accelerate into the swimming pool, electrocute, overdose and drown himself all at the same time. Someone would find his corpse in the next couple weeks, sitting there at the bottom of the pool on his Harley, with his Claxton Wanko guitar strapped around his shoulder, his Boogie Amp short-circuited, his blood full of dope...
posted by Sigg3 @ 8:00 pm
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