I got up late, checked on my rebuilt Linux box, and it's doing fine. I found my backups were failing locally due to an error in my script where I must have run a script as root, which created a temp file as root, and then any user but root couldn't over-write that file, and hilarity ensued. Now I have fixed that.
I did some loads of laundry. Then my day got weird.
I watched part of a terrible BBC "programme" on the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and I say terrible not because of the content, but it was done with stop-motion animation and puppets that would embarrass even Rankin-Bass. Then, while searching the Internet to make sure I was spelling "Rankin Bass" correctly, I found their site, which had an ad for Thundercats, and one of them was this little gem for parents. I remember Kate and I watching this series with her 8-year old nephew TJ, and making fun of the credits, which had a staff psychologist listed. This reminded me that the McLean High School Science Fiction and Fantasy Club has a self-proclaimed "Staff Psychologist," a guy named Jeff Bardzell, who, IMHO, was a terrible psychologist (but a fun guy, nonetheless). This then reminded me of my friend Jason, who was a member of our club, and even raised money for our club with M&M sales, even though he wasn't a student of our school. He sold M&Ms for a McLean club in Marshall High School. When we asked him, "Doesn't anyone ask who they are for?" he said, "Nope." Sorry, fuzzywhuze, McLean hoodwinked your school in 1986-87. Jason went on to become an astrophysicist, one of my only two friends to become an honest-to-goodness, "kid would recognize what they do" scientist, the other being Tom Holtz, who became a paleontologist, with a speciality in...? Anyone?
The Tyrannosaurs Rex.
Life moves in funny circles like that. And the day isn't even over yet.