Archive for January, 2011


Monday, January 31st, 2011

After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, I found a suggestion that solved all my Samba vs UTF-8 issues.

It seems that the solution is to just give over and use CIFS instead of SMBFS.

mount -t cifs //server/path /mount/path -odom=DOMAIN,user=USER[,password=PASSWORD]
#I’m optionalizing the password option for safe ps’ing.

If You Could Only See

Monday, January 31st, 2011

If you could only see the things I have seen. Today, a woman got on the bus after me, with a mountain of hair. Like those shoulder-pad-wings-of-the-80’s, her hair went OUT wide. More hair than a Marge Simpson beehive, not that it was blue. The volume was enough to draw all the attention anyone could possibly crave and more. She whistled happy songs to herself, then got off and walked into the battered women’s shelter. I believe the kids used to call that Fierce. =p

Subway Guy, not Jared

Monday, January 31st, 2011

I would work long hours
Knowing your shoulders waited for me at home
To rest my head upon
And those eyes
To stare into
Curly headed cutie
The toaster may be broken
in your store
I’m still sweating bullets
from the heat in you.

Arrogant Idiocy

Friday, January 28th, 2011

I wrote a quick note to the newsdesk of one of our local papers, asking why they hadn’t had any prominent coverage of the Egypt situation on their website (they had small links under national and tech sections, but no above-the-fold story). I get back a response claiming they did have one, but no one was clicking on the story, so they’d demoted it. I point out that, 1. It’s the top story, by user interest, on every other news organizations website today, and 2. I had visited the site multiple times during the timeframe he claimed the story was prominent, and didn’t see it. He responds again, with anger, arrogance and bluster. And silently fixes whatever was broken, so now they have a section on Egypt above the fold, finally.

It’s far from the only time they’ve had a broken website and been uninterested in finding out and fixing it. Kinda odd considering they don’t even have a print version of their ‘paper’ anymore, so the website IS their only job. I certainly question why anyone spends money advertising with them.

Samsung Galaxy Tab dead already?

Friday, January 28th, 2011

I’d swear last time I looked at it, it had plenty of charge, so I was surprised when it wouldn’t come on at first button press. Dead batteries happen, so I plug it in, and that’s when I start getting annoyed, since it’s showing no signs of life at all. Maybe spend more money on device QA and less on TV ads, eh Samsung?

To cut by half

Thursday, January 27th, 2011

To cut by half
Your kitten in Vegas
Leave a fiver
With the note
More Soap Please!

Love me the way I love you

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Winter comes and snow
I can’t marry you, you know
Without children to grow
I can’t marry you, you know

Love me the way I love you

if only

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

I’ve heard you having the time of your life
Wish you were here having it with me tonight
Everything would be all right.
— Lucky Boys Confusion – Sunday Afternoon

sound-a-like confusion

Friday, January 14th, 2011

I’m popping in and out of one of the computer labs, checking on something, and on my way out, I think I hear one of the machines beep. So, I reopen the door I was in the process of closing, and listen. listen. listen. nothing, OK, maybe I didn’t hear a beep.

Start to close the door, and again I hear the sound just as I’m about to finish closing the door. Argh, listen again. listen. listen. Still nothing.

Start to close the door, and again I hear the sound, but this time it’s an ah-ha moment. I’m hearing the door hinge, not a computer beep.


Oh, it’s IN Polish?

Friday, January 14th, 2011

In retrospect, it’s one of those things that should have been obvious. When every member of the cast has a bio of films with names you can’t pronounce, it’s a good bet that the production won’t be in English. And I was right, there was someone who got naked on stage before the eve was done. He was even cute. But of course I’d sat on the side of the stage with the yelly guy. Oh well, next time =p

In the Solitude of Cotton Fields is self-described as “Styled like an Eastern European punk concert”. The music, the band Natural Born Chillers (99% sure not the same NBC that has an single of Rock The Funky Beat) plays live behind the actors for 90% of the show, was good. Moving somewhere between rock n’ roll and industrial techno, it was loud and effective in setting the moods as it changed paces through the night.

As I mentioned, there were two actors with ‘speaking’ parts. Lucky for me they had one of those overhead libertto display screens, with an english translation. I put quotes around speaking because one of the guys did a lot of yelling and crying, alongside some amazing expressions. The other guy did more dancing, and got naked. When that time came, it was a slow, piece by piece removal, with careful folding and stacking of each garment as it was removed, dimly lit from above, so strong on the shadows. He doesn’t stay naked long, just enough to underscore the sense of vulnerability and surrender (I’m guessing). When it comes time for him to re-dress, it’s done more in the dark, with our attention drawn back to the other actor by the spotlight.

I enjoyed the show, overall. The yelly guy…had I realized, I would have sat on the other side of the stage, or brought ear plugs? I would have hated to miss his facial expressions; he puts a lot of effort into them all, they both did. So much of the show had a sort of stereotypical artsy-ness to it. Edgy in a predictable way. They have a portion of the show that’s more video presentation. The actors face away from the audience and a large screen on the back wall takes over for 10-15 minutes. It occurs to me now, all the words that appeared on that screen were already in English, was that done for this show, or would they have been in english during a performance in Poland?