“Xid, you look like you’re wasting away!”
“in Margarittaville?” I replied with confusion.
“no, here at work”
Seems like a strange thing to say to someone.
Archive for the ‘mis-cognition’ Category
hrm
Thursday, September 2nd, 2010Poor Jennifer
Tuesday, July 20th, 2010Poor Jennifer had a heck of a night last night. I hope she’s sobered up, somewhere safe, and turns out to be a bit more sane in the morning. Last night she was at Changes in full on paranoid frenzy. Unable to sit still, rambling about how Ashley Simpson stole songs she sings in the shower, and uses the footage, airbrushed of course, in the videos. Several times she asked me if I was real, or a spy for the government. After I left, I hear she got kicked out because she started accusing one of the regulars of trying to kill her.
I can’t imagine what it’s like trying to establish a new persona under a new gender; I can certainly understand the feeling that being wasted might help with nervousness, if only it didn’t detract from effectiveness and quality of conversations. Here’s hoping I see you again, under better circumstances.
Stupid Like A Lemon Man
Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010This ranks right up there with the guy who put lemon-juice on his face, because he thought it would make him invisible to security cameras….
A motorcyclist in Seattle got a ticket for driving in bicycle lane, so he went back the next morning with spray paint and a camera, and wrote “motorcycles only” in the bike lane, and took a picture. Like when he went to court, the judge was going to say “oh, there’s your evidence of a brand new class of lane that has no legislative history”…I’m pretty sure what he is going to say is, “oh, so you committed vandalism and fraud, as well as riding in the wrong lane, eh moron?”…but that’s just a guess.
High diving into a shot glass
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009Sometimes, it seems like I’m trying to jump off a 20m platform, and into a shot glass.
I probably won’t hit the target, and even if I did, it’d still be a big mess.
Boost install failure debugging
Thursday, October 16th, 2008So, I’m trying to build and install our custom mix of boost libraries, and I’m following the directions on the wiki without isssue, up to the point of actual install of the completed binaries. When I give the command my commrades have left behind for me, I kept getting a bunch of errors about “…skipped…lack of directory-grist”. And none of the google results seem to be applicable.
Eventually it dawns on me that I’m running the install command as a non-root user, who of course, has no permissions to write to /usr/local/…
d’oh.
Lead411 a scam? – Probably not
Friday, September 26th, 2008They claim to have a lot of info available if you sign up, but turns out they don’t actually have the info they claimed. Unsubscribe email address listed in their signup process isn’t even a valid email address. One can only assume that even if you did manage to get thru to them, they wouldn’t bother doing the job of unsubscribing you any better than they did at putting together a list of contact info.
UPDATE: As you can see below, the founder of Lead411 has commented with a certain level of explanation that certianly mollifies my inability-to-unsubscribe-related angst. I don’t remember the exact info I used to sign-up, to validate his comment about temporary restrictions on “fishy” accounts. Given that my corporate charter lapsed years ago, I could buy that as being marked “fishy”.
UPDATE2: I had further off-line discussion with Tom, and feel that his explanation for my trial-signup’s limitations was reasonable. More impressively, he immediately added a proper “abuse@” address to their mail system based on my suggestion.
the first born
Thursday, April 24th, 2008I watch The Young and the Restless.
I admit it.
Make fun if you want, it’s engaging TV, and a story that never ends.
Today, Amber finds out her ex has gotten someone pregnant. I can remember with great emotional detail, the moment I heard each of my ex’s, that have had children, had gotten or gotten someone, pregnant.
It is a moment of significant finality. It is a step from which there is no going back. The choices they make at that moment, define how you will interact forevermore.
music affects perception
Wednesday, March 26th, 2008I’m listening to Violence by Blink-182 (well, up to the part with the stupid talking bits), while some tests are running on my other machine. Out of the corner of my eye, I see “painComponent”, which I find oddly synchronistic, and an awfully faux-ironic message for a test program to spit out. Then I notice it actually says “paintComponent”.