Archive for February, 2014

Partial translations

Thursday, February 20th, 2014

Magento handles translation of error messages, for foreign language sites oddly. The primary header is in English, stack trace is in English, but the parameters section is headered in German.

I find this amusing, and wonder, is it merely a configuration issue within our setup, or is this how any Magento site that has english and german sub-sites will show up.

Clarification was not required

Wednesday, February 19th, 2014

One of my co-workers has gone out of the way to make his religious beliefs clear. Today, he’s going to equally great lengths to make clear his casual racism.

sigh

Writing Exercise #1

Wednesday, February 12th, 2014

Eric woke up with the sun, slowly waking up as the light refused to leave him alone, worming its way past crusty eyelids. It wasn’t until he opened those eyes, that he realized he wasn’t at home, nor alone. If waking up next to a corpse can be considered “not alone”.

A dingy motel room met his gaze, grubby walls, threadbare sheets, and an underscent of urine. But all that failed to hold his attention, which remained fix on the body in the bed. Male, late 20’s, the kind of skinny muscled punk he usually fell for, he could see a few homemade tattoos on one shoulder. Pale in death, no obvious signs of violence or addiction to explain his lack of life.

Call the police, run, panic-in-place….Eric knew whatever he decided, a long day was in the making.

Mis vs Mal

Wednesday, February 12th, 2014

During a technical discussion, when questioned on potential causes, someone opined, “some serious misconfiguration and intent”. Which got me thinking, wouldn’t that be a malconfiguration situation then? Misconfiguration implies some sort of accidental mistake, whereas my word implies malice aforethought.

“One less login to remember”

Tuesday, February 11th, 2014

When a sleaze merchant tries to convince you to give up your Facebook login, and they offer up the “plus” of one-less-login-to-remember, it would behoove one to remember that it’s more like “one more poorly secured door, with the same key”.

Shared logins

Tuesday, February 11th, 2014

I am not a big fan of sites that want you to login with credentials from a third site. You see this a lot with apps, that knowing you will never pay them ‘enough’ up front, seek to sneak some money out of you by getting you to give them your Facebook login, and then spamming all your contacts. I get the appeal to the developer. You don’t have to worry about coming up with a secure system of your own, plus you get tons of free data to be all sleazy with. From the end user perspective, it makes no sense though. While I know there are ways to implement centralized login systems securely, I have no guarantee that random-app-developer-X knows how to, or has made any attempt. Add in that no one ever does good-for-me things with facebook data, only annoying-to-evil things, and it seems like a losing proposition.

Vendetta (MR)

Monday, February 10th, 2014

A very British take on good-cop-gone-bad genre. The scenes in between the fights are full of dialogue that is easy to ignore. The motivations of the bad guys are never really fleshed out; they spend a fair bit of the film making sure you know they are bad guys, and it wasn’t just a one time incident, so you won’t feel bad when they all get tortured to death, but they never explain what ‘money’ they were looking for in the original incident.

OK, but not especially memorable.

1,000 times a day

Thursday, February 6th, 2014

Imagine if you will, what it would be like, if day to day, as you walked about, you saw a dozen signs, calling you out by name, and questioning your reason to live. Imagine if you will, a big sign, listing all your failings and frailties, for all the world to see, always in your face, following you like a stalker, obsessed with your faults and fears.

Imagine if you will, that no one else can see these signs, nor understand the condemnations listed. Imagine if you will, the dissonance between trusting what you see, and trusting what you know.

Music from below

Wednesday, February 5th, 2014

When I got into the office this morning, I could hear music. I think it was coming from the club in the basement, but it was pretty soft, so I’m not 100% sure. It seemed odd; the club wasn’t open last night, nor will it be open tonight. Presumably it is someone who owns/works there, waiting somewhere warm, before the big Seahawks victory parade.