Today's practice was at Corte Madera. I managed to miss exactly half of it, as I dashed off after the throwing drills to go fill the cooler. I had arranged for Sunday last week, but thought since Pickett had arranged for the "next one" (i.e. Saturday), he would be bringing the cooler. I was wrong, so went to fix the problem. I had thought that Kris might help me out by bringing the cooler somewhat closer to the fields, instead of his car trunk, so that I wouldn't have to drive all the way back home and back, but apprently helping the wife is less important than World of Warcraft. I drove back to the house, picked up the cooler, bought food and drinks, and drove back to the fields.

Great day for Keebler to show up to practice with us.

I did manage to be at practice for a couple scrimmages and the focused throwing, to which Paul complimented my throws as significantly stronger than previous years. Kris had made a similar comment, speculating that coaching the women's team helped me learn and fix my throwing issues. Regardless, I'm happy my throws are improving, and that people are noticing.

Definitely time for my new throwing coach to help me improve more.

The most important fact I learned today wasn't ultimate related, per se. Today, I learned that Ryan is apparently attracted to me.

VERY attracted to me.

So much so that, if weren't married, he would have asked me out by now (and probably more). Apparently the crush has been going on since he joined the team. Here's how I know this: Every single cut I make, every fake I make, every juke, step, clear and every fucking mistake I make, Ryan is there to tell me what did wrong. Every one. Every single one.

Now, the only way he could possibly see everything I do (wrong) is if he is watching me non-stop. And the only reason he would be watching every moment would be because he has a crush on me.

He lurves me.

You know my logic is irrefutable.

I just wish I had figured this out last year before I yelled at him for trying to direct every single step I made, from the sideline. Only Kris has a remote control for my feet. I should let Ryan know I'm married, in case he missed all of my snuggly with Kris last year at various tournaments. Then maybe he'll stop telling me I should stop cutting when I'm 30 feet open on my defense and cutting to the correct place to pull three defenders on me so that a teammate can be wide open for the score.

Maybe.

"Can I throw out this receipt?"

"What is it for?"

"Uh..." (looking) "... Pirate Booty and Skittles."

"Yeah."

"Did you really spend sixteen dollars on Skittles?"

"Skittles? Yeah, I lost a bet."

"A bet?"

"Yeah. I really need to stop making bets."

"If you're losing sixteen dollars in Skittles at a time, yeah, you do."

About three years ago, I registered my name as my nickname on IRC. I had to ask the staff to expire the previous registration, given the last registered 'kitt' hadn't logged in for years, they were willing to give it to me. I also followed Andy's lead and started supporting the Peer-Directed Project Center financially (mainly with a yearly subscription).

One of the nice things about registering a nickname is that, if you use it regularly, it's yours.

So, imagine my annoyance when I logged in yesterday, and someone else, someone in Amsterdam, was using my nickname. Worse, he had it as a 'KiTT' login, with a "Remember the famous car?" tagline. He wasn't relinquishing it, and I was stuck with a secondary nick name. People in the channels still knew who I was, but I wanted my nick back! I mean, isn't that the whole point of registering a nick AND supporting the network?

After being frustrated for a bit, I asked one of the staff for help.

The answer was so simple, I was embarrassed.

[15:43]        ---| /msg nickserv help ghost
[15:43]  >nickserv< help ghost
[15:43]  -NickServ- ***** NickServ Help *****
[15:43]  -NickServ- Help for GHOST:
[15:43]  -NickServ-  
[15:43]  -NickServ- GHOST disconnects an old user session, or somebody
[15:43]  -NickServ- attempting to use your nickname without authorization.
[15:43]  -NickServ-  
[15:43]  -NickServ- If you are logged in to the nick's account, you need
[15:43]  -NickServ- not specify a password, otherwise you have to.
[15:43]  -NickServ-  
[15:43]  -NickServ- Syntax: GHOST <nick> [password]
[15:43]  -NickServ-  
[15:43]  -NickServ- Example:
[15:43]  -NickServ-     /msg NickServ GHOST foo bar
[15:43]  -NickServ- ***** End of Help *****

And so...

[15:43]        ---| /msg nickserv ghost kitt
[15:44]  >nickserv< ghost kitt
[15:44]  -NickServ- kitt has been ghosted.

And now...

[15:44]  ---| /nick kitt
[15:44]  --- You are now known as kitt
[15:44]  --- services. sets mode +e kitt

Whoo!

I'm 'kitt' again!

"Wait. You're wearing the same clothes as before?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have clean clothes to put on?"

"No."

"You don't have any clean clothes?"

"No."

"You brought two pairs of clothing with you for a week?"

"Yeah."

"Are you wearing clean underwear?"

"No."

"Do you have another pair of clean underwear?"

"Yes."

"Go put them on."

"Ohhhhh-kaaaaaay."

Sam walks away. A few seconds later...

"Oh wait! I DO have clean clothes."

Yeah, I thought so.

After working far too many hours than is sane for any one person to work on an LDAP project, we (where we equals the most patient person I have EVER met and I) finally succeeded in forcing Drupal to use an existing LDAP server, having imported over 10000 users into that LDAP server, including updated passwords and, hey, their first and last name, having known neither for 6000 of those users.

To say I am relieved at this success doesn't do the word "relieved" justice. I mean, this is better than the twenty-third best orgasm in my life. Yeah, yeah, there are thirteen better ones that this LDAP success, gimme a break.