China.

As you know, I’ve been following the Formula 1 season this year and I’ve had a lot of fun and of course some boring moments. There are only two more races left this season, in China this weekend and in Brazil in two weeks. It’s been an interesting season, with team spying, the one hundred million dollar fine to McLaren, and some very exciting races - in particular Europe Grand Prix in Germany.

A new nugget in Formula 1, Lewis Hamilton, is currently in the top spot of the driver championship standings with 107 points. His McLaren team mate and reigning champion, Fernando Alonso, is on second place, 12 points behind. 10 points are awarded for 1st place, meaning that if Hamilton wins the race in China, or at least finish in front of Alonso, the Brit will win the championship. Continue reading "China."

Part Two.

The weekend was quiet, a little too quiet in terms of support issues. Of course I don’t mind, but when it gets too quiet, I get nervous. Is it the dreaded calm before the storm? As I’m writing this, three RAID controllers are probably failing in the data centre.

I’m not usually a superstitious guy, but when someone says “no major support issues this week”, I tend to knock on wood.

Friday’s Kompisfestival was a success, me and Terje dominated the dance floor - or at least a couple of square meters of it. I’m not sure if you can call what we do “dancing”, but at least we’re having a good time and that’s the most important thing. The DJ was a bit of a moron who didn’t take requests. What gives? If we had come for the music and paid to listen to him DJ, I could have understood him, but the fact was that the organizers had paid him to play. In my head that means that he should take requests. Maybe he had a reputation to maintain, what do I know. Continue reading "Part Two."

Friday.

Another weekend is finally here, a very welcome break from a work week that has been rather mad at times. I’m not going into details, let’s just say that I don’t like to get up in the middle of the night. A man needs sleep to function properly.

This weekend you can once again tune the idiot box to more Formula 1 action, this time from Turkey. I taped both of today’s exercise sessions, but have only had the time to watch one of them so far. The exercise sessions are usually kind of lame compared to the qualifying and the actual race, but there were a few spins - Ralf Schumacher spent more time turning his car in the right direction than driving it, I would be very surprised if this is not his last Formula 1 season - and David Coulthard’s RB3 had a fuel leak that caused it to catch on fire. Probably unaware of the engine fire, he continued around the track until the track marshals managed to stop him.

Interesting.

Tonight I’m attending the annual Kompisfestival. Not sure if I should bring my camera or not. Probably not.

Partey.

No, not me. I haven’t been to a party in a while and I’m not really missing it. Either I’m turning to an (even more) boring fart, or it’s because work is hampering my mood and the need to attend any type of social gathering except for going to the movies. I’m hoping the latter is the case and I should do something about it.

New life with both socializing and exercise starts again next week. It’s a good time to start because the guys at work are starting to return from their summer vacations and I’m off support duty for at least two weeks. I’ve never been any good at this start-a-new-an-better-life-thing, though, if you have been reading my entries over the years, you know exactly how bad I am at it.

Someone in one of the first floor (that’s “ground floor” if you’re a fish and chips regular) apartments decided to have a party last night. They played some really, really loud music. There is of course nothing wrong with that - I might be turning into a boring fart, but I’m not a old fart yet. We heard the music quite well all the way up to our fourth floor apartment and when they started to play “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper over and over again, I was pretty sure it was the gay couple downstairs who had invited a few friends over. But it was not, it was just a stereotype failure by me. Continue reading "Partey."

F1 Hungary Grand Prix Qualifying Session.

I’m turning into quite the Formula 1 addict, and I’m taking you down with me!

This weekend I’ve been watching all the practice sessions and today’s qualifying session. The practice sessions weren’t even a tad interesting (maybe I’m not an addict after all), but the qualifying session was far better.

Filipe Massa and Ferrari fucked up real good in the pits during the second part of qualifying. They replaced all four tires on the car, but forgot to refuel. During part one and two of the qualifying session the cars are loaded with as little fuel as possible to reduce they weight. The result of the refueling error was that Massa’s Ferrari ran out of fuel just 20 meters after he left the Ferrari garage and they had to push him back and refuel. By the time they were done, the tires were cold and with limited grip, Massa was unable to make it to the third part of the qualifying session and starts 14th in tomorrow’s race. I laughed. Twice. Continue reading "F1 Hungary Grand Prix Qualifying Session."