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Originally posted by green-robot:

i have woken up today with my eye all red again. apparently i'm not just allergic to my mascara but probably my liquid eyeliner too.
it just seems really weird, because i've worn the same eyeliner all summer. why would it start bothering me now?
whatever... i'll do the no-makeup thing again today, wait for the redness to calm down, and then continue testing by trial and error.

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i look like a vampire that needs food. badly.

Get well soon babe!

Felt like I needed to break up the moldy mold of a daily routine I've been in, and took a spin down to Borders to inject some new contextual and textual input into the old processor, knock that election / Youtube withdrawl out with a vente dose of populous meatspace and pumpkin-spice frappacino. Picked up Edelmen's "Infoquake", which I'd overheard thumbs-up text and audio fragments for, and also grabbed the next in the series, "Multireal".

The only somewhat diddlingly interesting conceit so far was the "multireal" bio/logic (plot) device, which allows an individual, through some quantum indeterminacy woo, to run through the outcome of hundreds or even thousands of paths for any given choice before making a decision. Would've been nice for Nov 4th I suppose. Presumably it would obsolesce marriage itself, let alone the same-sex variety.

Perhaps my brain, or at least the "Speculative Fiction" sector of the symbolic narrative lobe is teetering on that calcifying threshold, where incoming tokens are slotted with ever increasing ease and ennui into modules of closest match within the grand old model. "'Mindspace Development Environment?' Yes, we've a position for you in Neuromancerian cyberspace just behind 'Metaverse' and 'Matrix'. 'Quantum Search-Tree Decision-Making Device'? Yes, we've got a whole off-world colony of cortical columns for the qubit Qberts. Careful, it gets a bit inconsistent in there. Ah, sir, no vorpal blades over three inches allowed on board the Twi Machine."

Or perhaps the book wasn't all that good. Or it just didn't ring well with me. Either way I'm probably not willing to run an internal simulation through every possible way of reading or even every last page to figure it out.

I noticed, as my eyes wandered diagonally down pages of deliberations of what this protectorate did to that orbital colony and this High Council stole that teleportation device, that I fixated on one particular extended metaphor. It was about the "omens of passing" of a given paradigm/generation and it was spoken by 'The head of the world's most prominent scientific inquiry dynasty' in a Kenobi-koan Mastercard moment.

"You can see the inevitability. Just like you can see the stalk of wheat as the thresher approaches, and know that the time's come for a newer, stronger crop to bask in the sun."

And I just thought, 300+ years in the future, why would Geek-Jesus, presumably raised on number theory and krill-derivative (or whatever agricultural hand-wave appropriated), speaking to his daughter, who grew up in a 'cloistered, lonely', presumably interplanetary compound, be analogizing with stalks of wheat and threshers? Would he be a connoisseur of Grapes of Wrath? Probably not biblical as it states in no uncertain terms, "He was a man of science." "Hell, I barely know what threshing is", I thought as chapters of agents in hovermachines machinated and mindspace bubbles inflated. Granted, it's just a sci-fi book and you could probably say agriculture was a part of schooling or some such, but it just struck me for some reason.

Just off the top of my head, one might change it to, "Like you can see the fading beige shells on your ebay-feed as Justin Long approaches, knowing that the time has come for marginally better, different color iPods to bask on the jeans of affluent kids like yourself."

On a multiplicit note, I scored an interview for an "Afterschool Digital Media Teacher" position tomorrow at 9, which I'm all jilled up about. It's an after-school course to help middle and high school students create computer games with the awetastic little gem of software called "Scratch", developed by MiT. Scratch is essentially *completely* object oriented, visual programming without the arcane minutia of traditional code-compile-run frameworks. It's a big lego chest of objects (sprites), movements ("forward 10 steps, turn right 90 degrees), controls, ("start when I press GO" "start when I press 'spacebar'"), which you just drag and lock up together modularly to create whole games or other programs in minutes without reading any effin manuals or nothing. The name "Scratch" comes from DJ vinyl scratching, it's meant to take existing media (images, sounds, etc) and create new content therefrom, which is shared back on your open source Scratch profile. My inner visionary was salivating at the sheer neologiety, but more importantly, the potential of the platform. For the Myspace generation, used to playing around in an environment extremely saturated with visual audio and textual content, sharing with friends, this would seem to be a great vehicle for developing design, engineering, math, and team skills.

Well, got to get back to scratchin and mashin shit up for my sample game for tomorrow!

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How many paras of Twi make it illegal to drive?

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Originally posted by Bravus:
How many paras of Twi make it illegal to drive?

Touche, mate! Didn't realize how many it was till after I'd pressed the button.

I think you can handle it, just keep it Euclidean for a couple hours.

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If I sound happy, it is because I know why the trouble happens, and I feel a huge pleasure when I solve this kind of complex puzzle.

Well done, IMHO.

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Originally posted by TwiliteMinotaur:

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Originally posted by green-robot:

i have woken up today with my eye all red again...
Edit to Add:
i look like a vampire that needs food. badly.

Get well soon babe!
...

On a multiplicit note, I scored an interview for an "Afterschool Digital Media Teacher" position tomorrow at 9, which I'm all jilled up about. It's an after-school course to help middle and high school students create computer games with the awetastic little gem of software called "Scratch", developed by MiT. Scratch is essentially *completely* object oriented, visual programming without the arcane minutia of traditional code-compile-run frameworks. It's a big lego chest of objects (sprites), movements ("forward 10 steps, turn right 90 degrees), controls, ("start when I press GO" "start when I press 'spacebar'"), which you just drag and lock up together modularly to create whole games or other programs in minutes without reading any effin manuals or nothing. The name "Scratch" comes from DJ vinyl scratching, it's meant to take existing media (images, sounds, etc) and create new content therefrom, which is shared back on your open source Scratch profile. My inner visionary was salivating at the sheer neologiety, but more importantly, the potential of the platform. For the Myspace generation, used to playing around in an environment extremely saturated with visual audio and textual content, sharing with friends, this would seem to be a great vehicle for developing design, engineering, math, and team skills.

Well, got to get back to scratchin and mashin shit up for my sample game for tomorrow!

sending interview-mojo your way, hon

my eyes are quite a bit less red this morning, first application of ointment yesterday has helped already!
brought the fourth installment of the Twilight series to read today, i've read the last 3 as if they were candy... delicious, addictive candy.
in the bookstore.
while sitting on the floor.
they are not small books.
i am such a booknerd.

Ugghhh my sinus's hate me and are trying to kill me I am convinced.

Had to cut off the friend thing with my ex last night. Nasty business. She claims I am blowing it out of proportion but I maintain that she can't say she is my friend and then run off at the mouth about how much she hates my new girl. She tells me that it is normal for her to dislike the girl and tell everyone she meets what a psycho she is and it shouldn't affect her being MY friend.

On what planet is that ok?

Took the day off work. Got to clean house, get better, and find another job.

Hope you feel better GR. And yes you're a booknerd but thats ok, I used to bookmark books I was iffy on and replace them at the back of the B&N shelf so it was there when I came back.

well I hope you didn't bookmark them my way, with donkey ears

Today, I launched the following command on my company's production database :
DROP DATABASE our_product_name;

All I wanted, was to delete two temporary tables, using PHPmyAdmin.
I checked the two tables, and clicked the big red DELETE button.
I didn't read the popup warning.
So it dropped.

Our latest backup was 20 hours old.

Wa had 1 hour downtime while it was loading.

Now, we're back online.
People will have top redo all their work from this morning.

I don't want to be the one facing them.

"You DO NOT mess with production on a Friday."

3rd and 4th rules of business computing.

I learned most of the rules the hard way. I've felt your pain. Good luck. At least you had backups.

I turned 34.

happy birthday titanium wren!!

Happy Birthday TiWren!

My only advice to Louis is to move to Canada ASAP! (I managed to bork some Access rights on the new Sharepoint server at work - I thought I was changing them on the test folder I had made, but I ended up changing them on the whole test area (thank goodness it was just a test area). If I hadn't given myself full privelages before removing everyone elses besides my boss' and mine, I would have shut off access for everyone besides the sysadam. Thankfully I could restore (I think) the access rights without having to involve IT)

Cheers peeps!

And now, once more into the breech dear friends, my beer is calling me.

There is a girl names Maria that comes into my bar almost every week. Cute but too much makeup and bad skin. You know the way girls who wear too much makeup all the time get? 21 years old. She is a complete slut according to the cw. Never mattered to me, shit if I were able to I would have done the same I guess. Different for girls.

Can't really stand her myself. Always drunk always flirting but not really very good at it. She came to me in tears one night because she had fucked her ex in his car in the parking lot. She was only half wearing a dress because she was beyond being able to tie it and I had to help her. You get the feeling she gets by more on her willingness than any real charm. Your boyfriend is fair game in her eyes. It doesn't make her a lot of female friends.

She doesn't really understand how clothes fit, always buying a size too small, a little too tight. Last time I saw her she had a little denim skirt on all ripped up the front so you could see most of her thigh to her crotch. The thing was she has made it herself out of a regular jean skirt. So it had pockets. After a few pitchers of beer she put her phone in the pocket and it stuck out through the rips in the front of the skirt looking about as trashy as you could possibly make that outfit look.

Last night her and another girl who know I have met a thousand times but don't remember hit a tractor trailer on the side of the road. Drunk I assume. Restraint wasn't really her strong suit and she was coming from a concert. The first reports seem to indicate they were decapitated by the impact. Those are gone now, replaced by the more family friendly term 'crash victims'

If I sound judgmental I am. I am hypocritical too, at her age I drove blind drunk all the time. I was lucky, as were people who I shared the road with, but luck follows fools I guess. It just lost Maria sometime last night on the way back from Orlando.

Wow.

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Originally posted by ArkanGL:
Our latest backup was 20 hours old.

D00000d! My sincere condolences!

Been there, done that. Except in my case, I set 100,000 user db to subscription renewed today for all members. Backup was about 30 hours old.

I swear I almost fainted when I realized what had happened. Mind you, that was before I remembered we had a backup that was only 30 hours old. At the time we were in the habit of backing up once every week or so.

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Originally posted by editengine:
There is a girl names Maria that comes into my bar almost every week. Cute but too much makeup and bad skin. You know the way girls who wear too much makeup all the time get? 21 years old. She is a complete slut according to the cw. Never mattered to me, shit if I were able to I would have done the same I guess. Different for girls.

Can't really stand her myself. Always drunk always flirting but not really very good at it. She came to me in tears one night because she had fucked her ex in his car in the parking lot. She was only half wearing a dress because she was beyond being able to tie it and I had to help her. You get the feeling she gets by more on her willingness than any real charm. Your boyfriend is fair game in her eyes. It doesn't make her a lot of female friends.

She doesn't really understand how clothes fit, always buying a size too small, a little too tight. Last time I saw her she had a little denim skirt on all ripped up the front so you could see most of her thigh to her crotch. The thing was she has made it herself out of a regular jean skirt. So it had pockets. After a few pitchers of beer she put her phone in the pocket and it stuck out through the rips in the front of the skirt looking about as trashy as you could possibly make that outfit look.

Last night her and another girl who know I have met a thousand times but don't remember hit a tractor trailer on the side of the road. Drunk I assume. Restraint wasn't really her strong suit and she was coming from a concert. The first reports seem to indicate they were decapitated by the impact. Those are gone now, replaced by the more family friendly term 'crash victims'

If I sound judgmental I am. I am hypocritical too, at her age I drove blind drunk all the time. I was lucky, as were people who I shared the road with, but luck follows fools I guess. It just lost Maria sometime last night on the way back from Orlando.

Edit, here is a pretty deep short story. Send it off, changing the names, to some literary journal-- the writer shows up the narrator in a masterful way-- I think the title should be "Different for girls."
Seriously.

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Originally posted by editengine:

If I sound judgmental I am. I am hypocritical too, at her age I drove blind drunk all the time. I was lucky, as were people who I shared the road with, but luck follows fools I guess. It just lost Maria sometime last night on the way back from Orlando.

It's always bad when people we know die this way. Like a piece of the universe had just disappeared leaving us the task of filling it again. Funny thing is that we always start saying ourselves "Ok, we weren't even friends" just to acknowledge that what mattered was the presence, image, noise and even trouble caused. Much like a sudden change in environment.

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Originally posted by Kitsune:
I wrote a complaint to amazon with regard to their choice of courier who:

-won't deliver outside office hours (e.g. Saturday)
-won't deliver to my office (a hospital) within the hours of delivery
-has one depot a full 40 miles outside of Glasgow

Sweet. Missed an Amazon delivery, by Royal mail last Monday only to find the postie had slipped it through the side gate. How 10hrs cold has affected said boxed DS Lite is anyone's guess, but at least it didn't rain. The miracle is that our dog didn't eat it, as has been the case in the past. I guess Nintendo's not to her taste, having been around an Xbox house since a pup.

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Originally posted by Aisha:
Edit, here is a pretty deep short story. Send it off, changing the names, to some literary journal-- the writer shows up the narrator in a masterful way-- I think the title should be "Different for girls."
Seriously.

Thanks aisha but I would have no idea how to do such a thing. To short too right? Thanks for the feedback though I appreciate it.