Archive for March, 2012


Saturday, March 31st, 2012

I really and truly did laugh-out-loud. Not get-me-kicked-out loud, like the drunken group in front of me, just a good-time-amongst-similar-folk level of laughing. I hadn’t realized we’d be getting to see Kristen Schaal, as well as Eugene Mirman and the main event, Bobcat. Everyone did a great job, and even the annoying people couldn’t ruin my evening. If anything, it was an added bonus to see someone get trashed by every comedian. They walked out after Bobcat called the loudest-lady of their group an ‘old whore who thought she was here to see Poison’.

After the show, they had an ‘awkward party bus’ in the back parking lot, with two costumed individuals inside, but sadly it was quite full by the time I got there, and the next-to-last regular-bus home was only minutes away, so I didn’t stay and see if a spot would open up inside for me.

And we are back =)

Saturday, March 31st, 2012

Thank goodness it was only a minor problem, and all has been restored.

He’s My Best Friend

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

There are many songs that I sing along to, yet never really listen to the lyrics all that closely, and so eventually discover I had a completely incorrect interpretation of the song. My understanding of the lyrics led me to think of this song as being about a closeted gay guy and his crush on his best friend.

I’d like to blame some of my confusion on originally hearing these songs on old school cassette tapes and my cheap-o boom box. I’d like to. But, “it’s palm sunday over and over”…well, I have little excuse =p

ah, work

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

me: So, this stuff I’m supposed to be testing, it doesn’t seem to actually do anything with permissions…
dev: yeah, we haven’t implemented any of that stuff yet.
me: OK, is there a design for how it will be implemented?
dev: Nope.

auto-chat support sucks

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

I’m hoping this isn’t a new ‘thing’ that tech vendors will be implementing widely. I was crafting an email to a famous billionaire’s wireless phone company, trying to get clarification on their number porting support. Their FAQ implies that you will have to get a brand new number, and continue paying for your old number with the old carrier, for an undetermined period of time, after which they will do the port.

Any-who, as I’m crafting my email on their support form, all of a sudden, my typing stops working. At first, I think it’s because I’ve managed to reach the max size for the input field, but eventually, a pop-up window appears, and I’m forced into a chat session. That’s the point that they lost me as a potential future customer. I hate support-chat sessions. I can type, so waiting around 20 minutes while some idiot who doesn’t have any answers, hunts-and-pecks out his excuses for his ignorance just ticks me off to no end. I like asynchronous communication, it means the support agent has the time (if he/she bothers to take it) to properly research the question, and come up with an actual answer. Chat support people are all the same, only concerned with closing the session as fast as possible, regardless of how many times the customer will have to call back in, and generally incapable of effecting any meaningful affect on any problem at hand.

Ready Player One by Ernest Cline

Tuesday, March 27th, 2012

I’d seen the hype, but wasn’t planning on getting around to reading it any time soon, until a friend put it on their top-10 of the year list. Ready Player One is a fun read, full of pop-culture references from childhood, most of which I got, but plenty I didn’t too. Never having been a fan of text adventures when they were new, the Zork bits just never clicked with me, but the Atari 2600 bits did, a little. One thing is clear, this is a book that will never be made into an official movie. Getting licenses for all the other-properties that appear in the text would be a nightmare-squared, between greedy owners and mysterious orphaned works. But about the time that we have an internet like they describe, making an unauthorized flick will probably be a simple task for the average desktop.

Nothing lasts

Monday, March 26th, 2012

Last week, I was almost excited to see that, in contrast to previous years, I was doing ‘OK’ in the office March Madness pool, in 5th place, instead of last like I usually am. But I’m back down to next-to-last active pooler. Oh well. It’s not like I did anything but push the button that said ‘auto-fill bracket’. =p

Hooray for Friday

Friday, March 23rd, 2012

Another week is done
Friday’s here, so let’s have fun
Hooray for Friday
Saturday’s next,
and Sunday’s not far away
I refuse to think on Monday
That’s next week
Today is Friday

Nothing to say

Thursday, March 22nd, 2012

Today, I have nothing to say
About what’s gone before
nor what lies ahead
All a mystery, inside this mixed up head

Today, I have nothing to say
No apologies or explanations
Just that look of confusion
that says more than words.

Today, I have nothing to say
Just tears to fall
Gallons and gallons of misery
For all the world to see
But no words that I can speak,
for today, I have nothing to say.

Here’s hoping

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Here’s hoping that today will be better
than yesterday
Here’s hoping that a path will present
itself before me.
Here’s hoping that today will be better
It couldn’t be much worse.
It probably will be
But, here’s hoping.