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There is nothing like being ill prepared. Oye. I am in the middle of quite a large project that requires some work in an out of town datacenter. I'm sort of flying in circles waiting for the weather to clear to land right now as I showed up with a colleague and we did all there was to be done before running out of gear required for the evolution that was supposed to be on site. It's a lot like watching water boil in my book. So, I checked into a hotel here (San Antonio) last night so I could be at the datacenter bright and early at the ass crack of dawn with belles on (insert additional cliché descriptors as necessary). I had selected the hotel for the amenities, but was suckered into a marketecture tiger trap when they advertised Internet access and each room having a nice desk with a dataport. Umm. Yeah. Dataport on the phone for dialout. SuX0r. However, it only took a moment of my frustration to sniff for SSID's and find about 8 unencrypted access points. ‘Nuff said. This morning was a tough sell for my body. I didn't sleep well after I played insomniac surfing until about 2:00 aye emm. Click. Click. Infomercial. Click. Finally I was tired of not being tired when I knew I was tired... if you get my drift... so I bought a Pay Per View movie in the hotel room. No, not pr0n. It was "Man on Fire" ala Denzel Washington. Sweet flic. I totally liked it. Best line of the movie... "Creasy's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece." The coffee at the hotel restaurant sucked in a big way. I stopped at Chez Satan on the way to the office because they only have Styrofoam cups here and I despise drinking coffee out of a Styrofoam cup. It is borderline OCD. I can't shake it. It's like going to a diner and having a stack of condiments in the center of the table... conveniently blocking any social convo that might take place over snack time. Anyhoo, I need to get back to work. More later.