<p>Spent most of the evening last night in the cyber nuthouse with all of the other cybernuts waiting for UCSB' crap Microsoft servers to come back up so that we could all end our suffering and have an answer. :p</p>
<p>The seemingly endless wait turned into an impromptu party at our house. SluggyH and I downed a bottle of wine and watched, My Man Godfrey, while we waited for the system to come back up. Every half an hour, we schlepped into the kitchen to refill our glasses and check the site to see if it was still having "technical difficulties." </p>
<p>Announcements were supposed to be posted at 5 p.m. The system overloaded almost immediately as 40,000 applicants checked in at once. Those of us who believe that we can outlast, outplay, and outwit everybody on the island were not discouraged. We refreshed and pinged away on our keyboards until we got a new message, two words in bold black and white -- SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. Then, another message telling us that the system would be down for maintenance until 7 p.m. </p>
<p>And so, began the long, arduous wait...Sensible parents ate dinner and found sensible ways to kill 2 hours. We ate, we drank, we watched a movie and ate popcorn. Our geriatric dog jumped off the bed 25 times following us to the kitchen because her canine instincts told her that she might have to perform a heroic act and dial 911. At least, her chances of getting a cookie were pretty good that night. </p>
<p>7:01 p.m. rolled by and STILL nothing!! Students who were OD'd on sugar by this time went into overdrive and tried to think up ways to make the system come back up. Like a classroom of fifth graders conspiring to drive their substitute teacher crazy, they volleyed their ideas, and a master plan emerged. </p>
<p>I'm thinking something along the lines of Billy Bob Thornton, the NASA administrator in, Armageddon, who organized a ragtag bunch of roughnecks to nuke a killer meteor. Experience meets youthful ingenuity to save the planet. Parents and students battle crap Microsoft servers to...well, the planet! Okay, so we get a bunch of people to sign off all at once, and then, we argue about who gets to check in first. But, we need a lot of people for this to work, so we'll call all of our friends who are waiting for UCSB decisions and tell them to sign off. It was a masterful plan. :D </p>
<p>I don't know what time it was when we finally got through, 9:30-ish, maybe. H was into the forgotten wine bottle, by that time. Y'know, the one that sits in the door of the refrigerator for a few months after it's been opened. </p>
<p>SluggJr was performing the second night of his school play and wasn't around when we finally got through. It was a very nice rejection letter, and we knew it was coming. SluggJr called in after the play, and we gave him the news. He took it in stride as he does most things these days, and he was fine. We told him that the letter said there were 40,000 applicants for 4,000 freshmen slots this year. </p>
<p>It's just a gas to be part of the chase and to share it with so many others. We had fun, and congrats to those who did get in! :)</p>