Hyper Gumbo

So, 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.

They 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.

I 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.

I’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”.