The next time I want a good slash in the eye I’ll know where to go 🙂
Nine silvers for a ham
Funny stuff, and only YOU know what i mean [nudge nudge wink wink]: http://xkcd.com/794/
C heapie run. C heapie fall down. Get up heapie, get up
O no it looks like my c heap might be exhausted. It’s no wonder, we’re working the poor guy to death
When my eldest daughter was a tiny child, i had fun once when she had the hiccups. I asked her to sing the “Alphabet Song” all the way through without hiccuping, and if she did, she had to start over. Yay that was fun and we laughed a lot – well most if it was from me, he he he. Yes I’m evil that way.
Well I’m experiencing the same kind of thing today at work. I don’t have the hiccups but the system I support does. And I have to get through certain tasks all the way through to completion before the system “hiccups” or I have to start all over.
I’d be really frustrated by now, but I remember my daughter’s laugh when she couldn’t stop hiccuping and that makes me smile 🙂
Manytors
mmmm mmmore mmmonitors please
[ mr sulu, set a course for dreamland, drool factor 8 ]
http://www.matrox.com/graphics/en/produc
…here it is…!
I had always wondered why, when looking for something, it was always in the last place i would have looked.
Then i realised it’s because once i found the thing, i stopped looking for it.
Moving day, where’s my gun?
it’s funny, when packing up and moving after having had a number of teenagers living in (and moving out of) the house, how quickly one’s set of questions changes from the normal existential ones like,
“do i really need all this?”,
“what’s the purpose of this thing?”
to the more concrete ones like,
“hey, where’d that ___ go?”,
“hey, who brought THAT into my house?”
and my favorite one right now,
“ok, where’s my gun? i’m going to go rip some answers out now”
heh. heh. heh.
Computers and London Busses
I’m waiting for a computer processes to take place, knowing I’m not going to hit my deadline, and looking for ways to calm the alarms going off in my head…
So I’m cleaning up old emails, puttering about and glancing at the ominously still, black console that hides the churning of activity taking place inside a server somewhere. And taking my lunch break here at the desk as well, waiting for a prompt to pop up so we can continue onwards.
As I look at the screen, I’m reminded of what it’s like to get on a bus on the far eastern end of London on an early Saturday morning… let me take you back there [queue wavy special effect on the screen]
Folks on the East End of town generally take queuing up in a haphazard manner. This goes for anything really – whether it’s waiting for a bus, train, or even walking down the sidewalk. It’s not a thing they take seriously – lines on the sidewalk or in a given waiting area are more hints of suggestions than anything else in that part of the City.
In my mind’s eye, I’m standing in a shifting queue waiting for any given bus (or train) on any given early Saturday afternoon.
As it is here in Houston, a general rush period occurs shortly after the noon hour. The main difference is that in London, the sidewalks and public transport are bursting with activity as well as automobiles on the streets – probably more so.
An interesting thing happens then when the bus (or train) appears in view in this memory of mine in East End London. The almost-neatly-formed queue starts to clot and thicken, as does gravy in a hot pan. Folks begin to close in, anticipating where the door will be, and the occasional foot gets trod upon in the process. I’ve learned how to use my elbows effectively in this type of situation.
As the bus (or train) slows to a halt, the clumps of people congregate into a tight mass. Think of photos of iron fillings on a white piece of paper as they arrange themselves along the lines of flow when a magnetic bar is placed under the paper. A collective shiver of anticipation and hidden sideways glances pass through the crowd of now-nearly-formless groups of people as they plot their move into the vehicle.
And then, as the door opens, a nearly silent mad rush occurs to get into the opening. There’s a definite feeling of suppressed panic that one gets when trying to keep some civil distance away from those in front, as those behind are relentlessly pushing forward. At some point, the pressure wave of flesh, clothing and various amplitudes of scent pops one through the opening, where a similar but less urgent demand for space is taking place.
At this point in my mind, a juxtaposition takes place. This image I just painted is kind of what I’m imagining is happening behind that magic black screen that holds my progress hostage.
At the moment, we’ve a number of dev-types like myself who are also shoving our way into various bits of the system, all at the same time. And like any given Saturday afternoon in any given point of East End London, we’re causing a rush of activity that is no less mad than the scene I’ve taken part of many times on the physical realm.
Ah well, all’s well. We’ll keep churning on then, and will cheer those invisible byte-sized travelers along as they make their way along their journey.
zzzzz[snurt] huh, whazzah?
i’m not sleeping, i’m just thinking very very hard
Friday 13th fun fun fun until daddy takes the trunk to the shop
Happy Friday 13 almost over 🙂 truck’s belt broke tonight, waah.
Actually that’s divine timing – i’ve a road trip to Austin and back scheduled for Sunday.
If the belt was going to go out, I’d rather it happen close to home than in the middle of nowhereland…
…incoming text message at 11:56 pm can never be a good thing
…it was work-related, some emergency that needed fixing on the spot. It’s been a long time since i’ve been working as a support person and i’m reminded of why i don’t actively chase those roles 😀
Well, it’s better than the knock on the door at 3 am. At least i get paid for the work call, the middle-of-the-night door knocking always means i’m paying for something at some point 😛
And 13 other pagans
Heh funny, I misread the last part to read, “…and 13 other Pagans”
A late night’s self-chatter in the war room
Successful SVN re-integration linked to ACR in CQ; that was due to a SIR assigned to me via QC. Yay, otherwise I would have been SOL AFAIK, bcuz the due date is ASAP.
Ah well LOL squared is better than PTSD…
Yes this is my life these daze, mostly work, tach hitting redline for awhile now, yay and weeeee
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29 June 2010 at 22:01
o yah and i’m s’posed to be working right now XD
well i am, just needed a much deserved break
ooo shiny www.last.fm electronica station! and it scrobbles too
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29 June 2010 at 22:25
o fun, a challenge!
“Checking to see if re-integrating branch will result in merge conflicts…
Re-integration will result in merge conflicts for the echo following file(s):”
for those reading this who aren’t familiar with this error message, let’s just say you don’t want to become familiar with it, heh.
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29 June 2010 at 22:58
yay issue resolved. next?!?
see what fun a challenge can be? woop woop put on my party hat now.
ok maybe it’s not THAT much fun.
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29 June 2010 at 23:23
no! my java heap needs more space
o i long for the days of yore, when all ’twas needed was 637 kb to store
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29 June 2010 at 23:26
see, if i were to post this stuff above on my WORK “facebook”, my co-workers who don’t know me as well as those on here would seriously doubt my unarguably awesome skills 😀
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29 June 2010 at 23:44
…elvis has left the building…
“thengyew, thengyew verrymush”
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30 June 2010 at 02:38
[commenter] Even I know it’s very bad if your java heap needs more space… 🙂
yes and the worst part is that the camera adds ten pounds when i take a snapshot for code review signoff. quite embarrassing, that
Cowboom
if i were a nuclear physicist who was also a genetic biologist, i’d be tempted to engineer a nuclear cow, but would hesitate to do so for fear that the results would be udderly devastating.
Lor-etta! Fetch me a beer and mah gun
O I really needed this laugh… was doing research on Class A misdemeanors in Texas and came upon a question posted on a web page: “(I)…was charged with a class a misdemeeanor for assault of a family member
if convicted how much time do i have to wait to possess a firearm again?”
My thoughts? Ummm maybe forever?
Hey you, yah you over there in the future, hold it right there
Treat your future self as you would treat any of your other dear friends.
When you realize the significance of this concept you’ll view your current attitudes about relationships and finance in a new light 🙂
Ha! The fools
hey did you know today is april fool’s day?
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31 March 2010 at 16:34
[commenter] I forgot all about it! Thanks for the reminder.
31 March 2010 at 16:47
[commenter] April Fools – it’s not until tomorrow. Oh wait, I can’t say April Fools today. This is so confusing!
31 March 2010 at 16:48
heh heh heh and so it begins…
Spell check is disabled in the real world
O how silly.
I’ve been working with computers for too many years.
Just wrote something on a piece of paper, wasn’t sure of the spelling, and was waiting for the red squiggly underline to appear to tell me it was misspelled. D’oh!
Trashy man is here again this week
Ok so I’m working from home (yes working not playing on FB) and noticed one of the garbagemen threw a wrapper of some sort on the ground before picking up my bin.
Kind of ironic i think.
Worth it all
Yah when you’re an honorable man, people will sometimes take advantage of you, will sometimes take your stuff.
But they can’t take your honor, and your kids will note that.
If you are blessed you might even hear your beliefs repeated in your kids’ own words 🙂 and then it’s a good day.
Tentalizing
God’s with me and i like His humour.
Just wrote a check for tithe. The check number is 1010.
Today’s date? 01-10-10 (in england that would be 10-01-10).
Odd thing about binary humour, it’s either funny or it’s not 😀