The occasional musings of Andy Scheffler
So, let’s see. You can hire someone to cause a chance meeting with a woman.
Then, when things go sour, you can hire someone to break up with them for you. If you live in Japan, that is.
Pretty soon, you’ll be able to hire someone to have the actual relationship for you, to save you the trouble.
I could get one of these and use it instead of my satchel that I use to carry everything around in…
Hmmm…
It just doesn’t seem… practical.
I am now in Southern California.
As Luke mentioned, there was a phone call at 4 a.m. notifying me that the webservers I work on were not working.
After about 30 minutes of sleepy-eyed hacking, I figured out the problem (which I later attributed to not one, but two bugs in the code that happened to combine together to cause a coredump upon the server restart) and went back to sleep.
The two ironies in this stem from two separate conversations that I just had yesterday:
One was a brief in-passing mention on how stable our servers were with a co-worker. The other was me complaining to Luke that he could sleep through anything, and I always woke up, in reference to the garbage men.
And then, why is it that it’s the morning after you get woken up at 4 a.m. (and didn’t fall back asleep until at least 5:30) that you get a bunch of frantic changes that have to be made by 11 a.m., because the east coast client has to see them?
This is the first time I’ve been called in the middle of the night. I pray it never happens again.
That was the name of the old PC software that I used in High School and the first year of college as a word processor.
I just found my old files, and it’s quite an interesting read.
Especially the following:
hi erik whilwockesby jurkdo huuppio
sharon kim-whilwockesby jurkdo huuppi
heickdeo
Yes, that’s my college freshman year roommates… stoned out of their mind.
Ah, new years day, the only day where there’s traffic at 2 a.m.
I’m only linking to this because I happen to like meta-things.
Which online personality test are you?
I was the Internet Addiction Test, quite ironically. I didn’t feel like actually posting the results graphic in here.
I decided to take another crack at getting the printer working today, and I delved into Samba stuff, backed out of that, then delved into Apple Talk stuff, backed out of that.
Then I had a sudden idea, and tried printing on the Macintosh, which could already print via AppleTalk, but instead via lpr. It worked.
I then tried printing on the Linux machine via lpr.
It worked.
I then took the magic step and restarted the print server on the Linux machine, and tried printing on my Windows machine through the Linux machine.
It worked.
I was at this point before, but this time I realize what I did. Hopefully this configuration won’t undo itself if the server restarts.
This has been bothering me for a while, but it’s gotten worse recently.
Sometimes, when I’m tired, I have trouble finding the right words when I’m typing or speaking. When I’m typing, it’s not a big deal, unless I get really stuck, and end up stalling the conversation. When I’m speaking, it’s a bit more serious though. I’ve noticed myself doing this a lot, and so far, no one has commented on it, as it wouldn’t be tactful, but I’ve been repeating a lot of words while speaking. Sort of like a verbal backspace, but it ends up sounding like I’m stuttering. I know it must be annoying to listen to, if only on a subconscious level, but it’s even more annoying to listen to it as it’s coming out of your own mouth.
My memory has been getting worse and worse… there are some things that are burned into my brain that I’ll never forget, but there are other things that drift away. Last night I spent almost a half an hour of the time I was sleeping trying to remember the name of the movie “Almost Famous.” I knew the movie, I could see whole scenes from it, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember the title. This is just an example, of course, and can be passed off as just “forgetting.” But when I’m in the middle of a conversation and I suddenly stop talking because I can’t remember a simple word, and I refuse to keep talking until I find the exact word I was looking for, it becomes a bit more noticeable.
It’s so empty and quiet here at work. It’s a shame I actually have a significant amount of work to do.
Nothing like some good ol’ anger to get you in the holiday spirit.
That, and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar. So much sugar at my desk… need insulin….
*dies*