personal comments edit

My dining room table is in at the shipper’s warehouse, but they only deliver between like 10 and 4, so I’ve got a two-hour window in which I need to be at home tomorrow so they can bring me my goods. I told my boss that and he said I should just work from home tomorrow, so I think that’s what I’m going to do. I haven’t really done too much work from home before, so we’ll see how it goes. I’m sure that the trade-offs will quickly appear; while some distractions won’t exist (phones, other people), others will rear their ugly (or, in some cases, cute) heads (my bad cats).

Regardless, I should have a table by 4:00p tomorrow, which will be sort of nice and sort of not. I was enjoying the fact that my apartment looks ten times bigger when there’s no table, but I’m kind of tired of sitting on the floor when I need to do any sort of writing or whatever.

I still need to post the Enchanted Forest pix, but I have downloaded them off my camera and they’re almost ready to go. You can really see the shortcomings of my shitty little camera in them - bad lighting, nothing is centered in the frame - but I guess they’re better than nothing.

I also need to do some more work on my pMachine implementation. The home page is pretty much done, but the entry pages haven’t even been started yet, and there’s definitely some fine-tuning to be had. It looks good, though, and I can’t wait to move over. It offers so much more functionality. You guys will love it.

personal comments edit

I totally lost sleep over this stupid demo thing I’m supposed to be doing for work so I came in this morning and was like, “Look - I’m good, but I’m not a magician. You guys want help? Fine. You want me to do like 700 pages of work in five weeks of half-time work? I don’t think so. Not really what I signed up for.”

Besides which, I don’t get paid nearly enough to be putting in 80 hour weeks for this shit.

So I’m stressed, and probably vastly undercaffeinated, and I think maybe I need a job that doesn’t involve computers. Maybe something like costume design or sculpting.

I went to Enchanted Forest this weekend with Jenn’s gaggle of girls. I took pictures, and when I get a chance I’ll tell you all about the trip and post the photos in the gallery.

I also went to see The Rundown this weekend and loved it. Again, if/when I get a chance, I’ll post a review and let you know how you need to just go see it right now.

Oh, and I went to the fabric store to get some fusible interfacing for my costume and came to the conclusion that, if I’m ever single again, the fabric store is a great place to find hot single chicks.

traffic comments edit

Today’s Traffic Asshole was driving a black Ford Escort station wagon. Let me set the scene for you.

I was driving along, going about 65 in the left lane (there were only two lanes). The right lane was going around 55. About four car lengths in front of me was another car, also going 65. Out of nowhere this black station wagon hauled up onto my ass. I figured that there was no point in getting over into the slower traffic, since I was passing them anyway, and not four car lengths ahead of me the traffic wasn’t going any faster. No action required on my part.

That isn’t the way this guy saw it. He got over into the slow lane, zoomed up onto the ass of the person who happened to be in front of him, then got in front of me and zoomed up onto the ass of the car that was previously in front of me. What was the point of that? Four car lengths and no speed gain? Where did he think he was going?

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Lesson for the uninitiated: Regardless of how fast you might like to go, your speed is always regulated by the line of cars in front of you.

personal comments edit

I just got commissioned to work on a demo for our product. It’s supposed to be static, so that a user could take the demo, unzip it on their desktop, and just start right up with IE… but I looked at the existing demo, which fills this requirement, and it’s hundreds of pages, all of which have embedded Javascript to take care of any sort of dynamic stuff.

Fuck that shit, man.

I’m going to see if I can at least make some use of dynamic stuff, at least for automatically including common elements like headers and footers. I’m supposed to come up with two new demos (one new, one a revised version of an existing demo) in five weeks of half-time work?

I don’t think so. Not the way they’re asking for.

traffic comments edit

I was driving in to work thinking, “Man, it’s already Wednesday and I haven’t found a Traffic Asshole yet. Well, hello! It’s like the devil knows you’re thinking about him.”

There, in a feeble attempt to pass, was the Traffic Asshole.

We were coming up on a pretty heavy interchange where not only does a major highway merge with the one we were on, but the road goes from three lanes down to two. (Yeah, we can discuss the logistics of the traffic planners later. I’ve got a beef with them myself.) Anyway, this guy saw that there was a huge truck hauling cars that was merging in front of him, so he zoomed up alongside me and tried to get into the narrowing gap between me and the car in front of me.

Fuck that, man. You get back where you belong.

He ended up having to merge in behind me. God forbid the guy get in behind where there’s nobody, he wanted to get into the tiny space in front of me. Asshole.

We eventually get past that bottleneck and the road thins out a bit, so he decides it’s time to pass again. By this time, I had the camera out because I was going to try to get a rear view mirror pic of the guy. That was when he made his move, so I aimed the camera out the side and shot…

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Voila! A perfect side view of the Traffic Asshole of the Week! (I’m pretty amazed that turned out. He was moving past pretty fast so I only got the one picture.)

Of course, as is usually the case when assholes want to pass, they pass really quickly and don’t realize the traffic is stopped up there. If you could have gotten through up there, you’d be there, right? Some people never learn.

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Gotta love people.