Teal Shoes Are The New BFG 9000

I am on the world's most dire conference call, which is for all CUNY Help Desk managers (and the woman at the Mothership who fills that role). We are a half-hour in and so far it's been all about the incoming Oracle PeopleSoft bleargh. Not a word about how students couldn't register for six hours on Monday. But I don't care, because I am wearing new clothes and have borrowed nedlnthred's awesome teal shoes. I feel like I can throw down with anything.

OH WE JUST GOT TO THE PORTAL ISSUE. "It's not down! People could still get to Blackboard! It was only LDAP!" (WHICH YOU NEED TO REGISTER WITH.) Oy veh es mir. "We see usage spikes and that is what causes the problem, we don't know what's causing that and are looking into it." Gosh, d'you think that maybe, possibly, they could be coincident with registration sessions?

And speaking of fabulousness:

NYT article on Scotch; and it quotes the excellent and much-respected Ethan, spirit sommelier at the Brandy Library, who guided us throughout a wonderful evening on the occasion of erinfinnegan's natal celebrations. (And who remembered the year-previous visit of nedlnthred, missionista, and me. Oh dear oh dear, I didn't think we were that memorable...)

Dear God, how I love that place. My idea of luxury is having enough wherewithal to be able to split my time between there and Little Branch. And maybe the 8th St. Winecellar.

Helpful car is helpful.

Bud's brakes have suddenly started to make awful grinding noises when I apply them. Having been through the teenage adventure of ignoring loud brake complaints unto the point where the disc cracks and you have to drive home in your land yacht with no brakes at all, I see no need to get extra credit in that particular subject, and will call the brilliant competent glorious mechanics of Jersey City tomorrow.

I can borrow back Womble or probably use nedlnthred's car at need, so I'm not screwed even if they can't take delivery of the patient for some days. But what a damned nuisance.