Thursday: 5:00p.m. arrived @ hotel, to find no one was around, save two people that had shown up to volunteer. 5:30p.m. RijilV, and others appeared from upstairs, and left promptly. 5:45p.m. NFF and others appear from upstairs, and disappear. 6:00p.m. Lacking work, I go into default mode (default mode == veg) and hookup a projector to my dreamcast and play THPS, until my thumbs hurt. 8:00p.m. Various people return. Work is started on hooking up DSL. NFF forgets the password to his flowpoint. 9:00p.m. Rearranged deck chairs on the Titanic^H^H^H^H^H^H^H network room, with the other doomed passengers^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H volunteers. 11:00p.m. After resetting router multiple times, luck prevails after I eek my way in front of the keyboard, and finally figure out that the default reset password is the serial number minus any alpha characters. Had we found BSD before this, he could have told us. See below. Moment of glory short lived as Ben takes over keyboard because I have no idea how to configure the router; which is o.k., because thirty minutes later we find out that Ben has alot of router configuration knowledge, just none of it specific to Flowpoint routers Friday: 1:30a.m. Go in search of manual in NFF's room, and mention is passing that we are trying to configure a flowpoint DSL router. Evidently BSD, who was in NFF's room, is an expert at flowpoint configuration. His services are used to smite the router configuration problems. 3:30a.m. BSD clips a handset into the outgoing line, and I call Speakeasy tech support. The router seems to be configured right, however Speakeasy hasn't given us the I.P.'s(8 or so) that rubicon asked for, and we can't get them for a few hours, however it only take five minutes to get just one that we can use to NAT all of the other boxes. 4:45a.m. DSL is up and working great. Much thanks to BSD for knowing how to work with the Flowpoint. 8:00 a.m. Crash, hard, for about two hours. 10:00a.m. Wake up, realize that the network room has to be wired. *SHIT* 2:30p.m. Finish wiring the network room. No ground, due to the fact that we don't have a grounding rod. 3:30p.m. Now have grounding rod, and big ass sledge hammer. Find out that grass it growing on top of three inches of soil, on top of cement. Desire find contractors of hotel\surrounding roads\sidewalks and use sledge hammer to relocate their gray matter grows... 3:45p.m. Use jumper cables & electrical tape out of car to make Ghetto Ground *TM to building water pipe. 4:00p.m. Live power @ last. Redistribute generator power to all but a few people. Friday night, attended Forno's speech. Truly awesome. Eventually after this I weaseled my way into NFF's t-shirts, and was partnered with Forno. That was great, as was the drunken performance of NFF. We won the first round, and left the room to wait for NFF to answer some lightning round questions. We returned to the room, found NFF passed out. After Forno checked to make sure he was alive, we used him as a foot stool for a few questions before propping him up in a chair. Half way through a batch of satanic G wing questions NFF regained consciousness and attempted to assault RijilV; which was a good thing, because I was about to do it myself. Next year, I'm making up some shaft RijilV questions about proper radiography room setup, or something equally obscure and unanswerable. Eventually we transported NFF via bellhop cart to his room. I'm not going to go into what happened there and other places, however let's just say that alcohol poisoning sucks, and that Detroit receiving has a really good arrangement of snack machines down at the far end of the hall from the waiting room. Eventually sleep deprivation owned my ass @ about 8:30, and I crashed until 1:00 or so. Woke up to find that NFF had recovered, and was more or less back to normal. Spent the rest of the day running around do various odds and ends, attending the mobsters.net speech. The mobsters had some good ideas; ideas that could send me to prison for quite a while should I act on them now that I'm well over 18... Started feeling really sick, and a little congested. *Sigh*. Downed more caffeine and trudged on. Saturday night sometime I wandered back into the final round of NFF's t-shirts, for my annual ass raping by Rev. George and crew. I temporarily fired him several times for beating Rick and I/me/myself(choose your grammar...). Watched in delight as Rick came up with ten questions to screw NFF over. Eventually the social engineering contest started up. Feeling really sick and couldn't even remember the pseudonym that i'd come up with for the call, which was really lame. Eventually, I crashed. Woke up Sunday morning, viewed a few speeches, and tore down the generator side SO connection. Left after that due to rapidly escalating cold symptoms. Con kicked ass. */ ?>