Emergency Archologies
Prince Colwyn: Would you follow a king to the black fortress?
Torquil: Now I know you're a lunatic. I wouldn't follow me own father to the black fortress.
-- Krull
Well, it seems Katrina is the topic of discussion these past few days. I am happy to be able to report that while I have a number of family members in Louisianna, one of them a new born, none of them were injured. We still don't know all of the details yet but from what I understand, they may not have much to go back to. It seems the storms are doing more and more damage each year, and the price tag is not only rising but also compounding on the residual effects of the prior years' disaster.
It is in my humble opinion that the American government should wake up. This is not the first time something of this nature has happened and most assuredly won't be the last. I'm sure there is a great deal of (nearly) free land somewhere in the midwest. Why not buy up a bunch of this crap land and build an emergency city on it. From the get-go this would open up new jobs. There will be a requirement for construction workers as well as sanitation, social, police, fire, and hospital staff. Over a million people this year have been displaced by natural disasters, where are they going to go? If a city like this were built, temporary housing would be immediately available. And I should stress,
temporary housing. Those displaced would live there just long enough for their lives to be put back into order.
Who's going to pay for all this? You and me dipshit. The government has made it legal to seize land on a whim and can easily persuade companies to fork up
quality food, clothing, medical supplies, and toys. It would be the epitome of capitalistic altruism; the advertising campaigns for something like this would put companies like
FOL,
Novartis, and
Unilever in lime light as the saviors of the displaced. And their stock prices will only go up.
It's time to stop reacting to disasters and start enacting a proper recovery from them.
Fingaz likin' good
If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk
cuz everybody knows white man can't jump
And probably wouldn't be able to go to the weed spot
Cuz all of the dreads would think I'm a cop
-- Sticky Fingaz "What if I was White"
According to Reuters.com,
starvation doesn't make you live longer. Imagine the size of the "jouranlist's" check that headed up this story. Man, all this time I thought
Ethiopians lived forever; I guess that's just the dumb 'Merican in me.
For some reason,
Ray Liotta was the topic of several sightings and conversations this weekend, so when digging around for verification, I ran across a gem that I thought needed to be shared. Apparently there is this rapper/actor fella named
Kirk Jones has managed to go by the name of
Sticky Fingaz. Not only is it a great name but he also landed roles in a few films: "
In Too Deep", "
Hot Parts", and "
Doing Hard Time". Kirk, you 'da man! And your music ain't too bad either.
More aftermarket movie reviews
In our short years we come long way
To treat it bad and throw away
And if we make a little space
A science fiction showcase
-- Alien Ant Farm "Movies"
M and I watched a few movies this weekend. I could have done worse things like stapling my nostrels shut and going for a swim but hey, there's always next weekend. First up was
Jet Li starring in Hero. I really enjoyed this movie, and while M can only handle so much in the way of the
Mad Ninja Skillz, she kinda liked this one too I think. I felt it had a good story, creative color use, and lots of wire-fu. Good stuff.
Next we watched
The Village. The story was predictable but actually seemed plausible to me - what with all the dipshit heirs to their daddy's fortunes longing for the good 'ole days they never had to endure. I mean seriously, they sent the freakin blind girl to get the damn medicine! The plot had its holes but overall I think it was a tolerable movie.
And we finished the spiral from pretty good to unrelentingly bad with
Against the Ropes. What a waist of time this film was. Whether it was based on a true story or not, this film was boring. The boxing was all Hollywood - Sands v. Shaw with Shaw winning in the tenth, busted up and bleeding. The next day there's no residual bruising, swelling, or even a cut in hairline as portrayed in the fight. I guess the story was about the rise and fall of Meg Ryan's character over the plausibility of the setting it takes place in but come on now, the story wasn't
that good and has been done far too many times in damn near every arena. It sucked.
Manic pie, and the doodles of life
They're coming to take me away, ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa
To the funny farm. Where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be
happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!!!!
-- Napoleon XIV "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!"
You ever get that feeling in your gut, that burning tingling stirring sensation and you are on the verge of bouncing off the walls? I have that feeling right now and while I can usually supress it, wow, I am so going to explode. What do I have to be excited about? Nothing in particular other than being alive, I'm just giddy. Whoops, just another corner on my Man Card.
While I hope to some day be able to call myself an engineer [eventually I will link to my collegiate efforts], for now, I will stick with one of my all time favorite blogs:
Cooking For Engineers. Today, Mr. Chu clarifies that what I've always known as
Shephard's Pie is actually Cottage Pie. I'm hungry again.
I lost myself for a while on
this site, they've put on display a bunch (read: around 130) of history's (and golly, some of them are still alive and even still working) great cartoonists and some of their works. Awesome stuff. I've been kicking around putting up some of my doodlings but my work is far from being worthy of public display; though if I did post some of my scribblings, I might be prompted to practice a bit more. Maybe.
One of my best friends and I have a history with sling shots, marbles, and late nights in fast cars. If we had one of
these 12 years ago, we'd so be in jail right now. Bro, I know you know what I mean!
Disturbed City
Marv: I love hitmen. No matter what you do to them, you don't feel bad.
-- Sin City
I was able to finally see
Sin City this weekend. I prefer doing reviews on media when it has already had a chance to saturate the media and everyone has already dipped their toes in it. That and I didn't press the issue of seeing this film in theaters because I honestly didn't believe M would have liked it. I was wrong. She didn't particularly enjoy it mind you, but she was the one that suggested we queue it in our (her)
NetFlix account. I personally enjoyed the movie a great deal; but then, I enjoy the Pulp Noir stories and the larger than life characters. Though for some reason I just did not care for
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. Bottom line, I liked it. If you can stand blood, bullets, and boobs in black and white with color accents on the parts that matter, I think you'll like this movie too. But then, if you're a Jean-Claude Van Damme fan, go to hell.
I got my hands on an advanced copy of the new
Disturbed album
Ten Thousand Fists, good stuff. Same sound, maybe a little more mellow, but the one thing that really stands out is their cover of the old Genesis song Land of Confusion [I'll post a link to the video when I find it]. While listening to this song visions of bald puppets with ink and piercings throwing up the devil's horns with a GW puppet in a Superman Suit bumping clumsily scooting around behind them. Good stuff.
M, if you are reading this,
Christmas is coming.
And, in the latest round of 'Merican judicial insanity, we are now allowed to sue the government
for global warming. I can't wait until my lawsuits to be approved against the dairy farmers for not making lactose-sensitive milk; the corn farmers for not making corn that is easier to digest; the bread manufacturers for making my neighbor fat, which really makes me feel bad for him; Big Sugar for segregating the so-called "brown sugar" from the "white sugar"; my city government for allowing our beaches to become too salty; and the school system because Thing One won't eat his peas!
I'll never go hungry again
I’m your cyber-slut
I’m going to make you see
I can make you happy
If you play with me
-- Lords of Acid "Cybersex"
In my neighborhood there are three
head shops and at least three other "adult stores" within walking distance (two in the same direction) but sometimes, making that walk can be rather daunting. If only there were some way I could make
my purchases online, and all at the same place too. I love the Internet. In fact, if it weren't for the Internet, I would have never known there were people out there that
hated the latest
Dove marketing campaign as much as I do. Though I didn't read it, there is an
European campaign as well - I think I threw-up a little right there. But, the best news of all, I will
never have to sleep again. I just can't wait until this new drug "CX717" goes to human trials. This is going to be the next meth, I just know it. Screw
50 hours on a video game, I see hundreds and hundreds of hours in my kids' future.
Windows developer on a Mac
Junuh: Anything else?
Bagger Vance: Just bash the living shit out of it.
-- Legend of Bagger Vance
I started down the path developing software in the second grade when my dad bought me my first computer, a
Vic 20. At the time I had a couple game cartridges and a couple tapes, yes, it had a cassette tape player. Awesome. Well, anyone that knows the early Commodore line knows that the console interface gave you direct access to writing BASIC programs. The only problem was, you couldn't save the programs you wrote. Eventually, I was upgraded to a
C64 and my dad went to the
SX-64. My interest in writing programs grew. Then the jump to the
Tandy 1000 in the 9th grade put me on the path to developing on the X86 architecture.
From DOS 3.22 and Windows 3.1 through Windows XP and 2003 I have been writing software in C++ and VB (I really hated working in VB) touching on Java a bit. Over the past few years I have been getting into the .Net framework and developing with C# (and unfortunately VB.Net) and recently playing with
Ruby and
Ruby on Rails. I'll let the programming talk go for another post, right now, I want to share what I've done to let me work on my new 17" G4 PowerBook. You see, I work a lot, so naturally I will be working on the go, at home, in bed, in the car, at the auto shop waiting for tires to be put on my car, etc. Where ever I can if I need to get stuff done; which is damn near always.
So, I get Microsoft Virtual PC installed and install my latest copy of Windows XP and all of my development tools. But it is so damn slow that I am thinking it would have been more efficient to use my old C64 to get my work done (aka, view porn and listen to mp3s). You see, XP (non bundled, I don't know yet how the bundled version looks) on a VPC has the following services installed and running at startup:
- Virtual Machine Additions Services Application
- Alerter
- Application Layer Gateway Service
- Application Management
- ASP.Net State Service
- Windows Audio
- Background Intelligent Transfer Service
- Computer Browser
- Indexing Service
- ClipBook
- COM+ System Application
- Cryptographic Services
- DHCP Client
- Logical Disk Manager Administration Service
- Logical Disk Manager
- DNS Client
- Error Reporting Service
- Event Log
- COM+ Event System
- Fast User Switching
- Help and Support
- IMAPI CD-Burning COM Service
- Server
- Workstation
- TCP/IP NetBIOS Helper
- Machine Debug Manager
- Messenger
- NetMeeting Remote Desktop Sharing
- Distributed Transaction Coordinator
- Windows Installer
- Network DDE
- Network DDE DSDM
- Net Logon
- Network Connections
- Network Location Awareness
- NT LM Security Support Provider
- Removable Storage
- Plug and Play
- IPSEC Services
- Protected Storage
- Remote Access Auto Connection Manager
- Remote Access Connection Manager
- Remote Desktop Help Session Manager
- Remote Registry
- Remote Procedure Call (RPC) Locator
- Remote Procedure Call (RPC)
- QoS RSVP
- Security Accounts Manager
- Smart Card Helper
- Smart Card
- Task Scheduler
- Secondary Logon
- System Event Notification
- Internet Connection Firewall (ICF) / Internet Connection Sharing (ICS)
- Shell Hardware Detection
- Print Spooler
- System Restore Service
- SSDP Discovery Service
- Windows Image Acquisition (WIA)
- MS Software Shadow Copy Provider
- Performance Logs and Alerts
- Telephony
- Terminal Services
- Themes
- Distributed Link Tracking Client
- Upload Manager
- Universal Plug and Play Device Host
- Uninterruptible Power Supply
- Virtual Machine Additions Shared Folder Service
- Volume Shadow Copy
- Windows Time
- WebClient
- Windows Management Instrumentation
- Servicio del numero de serie de medio portatil
- Windows Management Instrumentation Driver Extensions
- WMI Performance Adapter
- Wireless Zero Configuration
Holy
shit Batman! That's 77 services (I quickly switched the <ul> tag in the above list to <ol> to get the count - in case you thought that I might have been able to count higher than 21) that are being loaded at startup and remaining resident during operation. 77 services. I was able to successfully reduce the above list to:
- Virtual Machine Additions Services Application
- COM+ System Application
- Logical Disk Manager Administrative Service
- Logical Disk Manager
- Event Log
- COM+ Event System
- Server
- Workstation
- Machine Debug Manager
- Plug and Play
- Remote Procedure Call (RPC) Locator
- Remote Procedure Call (RPC)
- System Event Notification
- Virtual Machine Additions Shared Folder Service
- Windows Management Instrumentation
- Windows Management Instrumentation Driver Extension
And I am willing to bet I could do more but I just don't have the time at present to screw with it. Anyway, I create a second baseline (The first being the initial XP install) that will contain all of my needed programs. I install Visual Studio 2003 (because I write software), Office 2003 (because some of the software I write does stuff with Office), and some other tools. I then create my working copy, which I adjust the services to the above configuration. After a few months of use, yesterday, it crashes. Not just Windows going down but everything. A neat black window saying stuff in four languages about how I am evil and the Mac lords are angry. So I reboot and restart the VPC; it happens again. The problem seems to go away after I start up and create a new VM from the baseline. Luckily,
Scoble has a post regarding it where I learned I am not alone. Apparently
Oleg Dulin is having a similar problem. We'll just have to wait and see how this goes.
Chemarican
Allison: That beats any meat injection. That beats any fucking cock in the world.
-- Trainspotting
I am well aware of happiness through chemistry but Wired tells us that we can have
drier clothes too? Those were the daze, back before
Star Trek in all of its incarnations had basically grown cold on me and though I was never really into conventions, fanfic, or just dressing up and venturing out for the sake of reading
Klingon fairytales to the public, I actually had a shred of respect for those that were. I don’t want to lament too much but can you believe where we’re headed?
Bluecasting is just another step toward a world where we can no longer control what we want to be exposed to. According to New Scientist, in London they have implemented billboards and posters that will beam advertisements to your cell phone as you pass by. How are were to control what we (and our children) view when it is being shoved down our throats? Admittedly, this is just a step and we aren’t yet at the point portrayed in
Minority Report but it certainly looks like this is the direction we are headed. There I go again, being
anti’Merican.
Elastic heart strings
Schindler: Look, All you have to do is tell me what it's worth to you. What's a person worth to you?
Goeth: No, no, no, No. What's one worth to you!
-- Schindler's List
M works in a legal capacity representing the interests of the elderly in certain ways. No, I do not want to give away what she does but it does touch people on a very personal level. Though at times some of the people are White Trash Dirt Bags, she does get to help those in genuine need. In this one case, M saw this woman for an appointment that was legally blind (the woman was blind, not the appointment). This woman, Ms. X, has been a single independant woman for the majority of her quiet, healthy life. Suddenly she was diagnosed with breast cancer and shortly after the surgery to correct it, Ms. X woke up blind. Nothing leading up to it, just blind. Apparently she'd had a stroke during the night and went mostly dark because of it.
Her doctor told her that the good news of her situation was that it wouldn't get any worse, the bad news is it won't get any better. Then it started getting worse. To make the story more difficult, the other day she made a withdrawl from her bank (which she
walked a few miles to) and got
mugged right outside the bank. Not a sole helped. Not a single person could (or would) identify the mugger. She walked to M's office in the 97 degree heat yesterday, which is atleast a mile from her apartment, to will her life's treasures to a place up in Gainesville to help fund research for her particularly rare condition. And she is still very independant not wanting help from people and only hoping she's able to make it another four weeks. Four weeks. I don't know the significance of that but can you imagine only wanting (wanting, hoping to last) another four weeks.
As M pointed out, you just can't help people anymore without them (or other people) thinking you are in it for yourself. That really sucks but it's true. Though I am never into helping people for gain, I typically lean toward being a
Stirner egoist, so I am rarely altuistic in my charity. I do it out of pity, guilt, and obligation just to name a few. If I get hit up for money on the street I give it to them out of pity, because I know exactly what it takes to be so desperate as to ask a stranger for help - try being homeless sometime. If I help a family member with a yard sale it is out of obligation to the family, certainly not because I think it's fun. If I let someone with just a couple of items go ahead of me at the checkout it is guilt because I am the reason they are waiting an extra 10 minutes.
So there you have it, are we helping them or ourselves when we offer our assistance?
Dream a little dream
Marion: Anybody wanna waste some time?
-- Requeum For a Dream
I had a very clear definition of night and day with their blends and divisions (morning, afternoon, and evening) until I discovered in my early teenage years it was possible to go without sleep and not explode. Since then, I like to define the day by the time I think it may have been. I don't wear a watch and have little concept of time so basically I'm either excruciatingly early or excessively late. More so the latter than the former.
This morning I had a dream M and I were at a carnival and there were midgets everywhere. Though, as soon as you noticed there were more little people than standard sized people, they kinda blended in and stopped being so predominant. We were with one of M's friends and someone else (it doesn't really matter because he played an uncomfortably minor role in this short film in my sleeping head) just kinda milling around not noticing the vast number of medieval-garbed dwarves. For some reason the
Safety Dance video springs to mind but there was definite lack of discernable music for the crowd to be dancing to, though many were in deed dancing.
M and I wandered off and found ourselves in a tent of curios and tattoos. Intending on getting another tat we waited while the gruff attendant to validate our credit card. She'd left her backpack/purse thingy back with C and the mystery man though she managed to have a credit card on her and the bearded, inked, and pierced salesman (?) with a poor attitude phoned it in. After being qualified for a loan we walked around while I tried to decide what I wanted done. There were all sorts of things in this tent, aisle after aisle there were oddities but whenever I would realize that I'd just walked through nine aisles of crap I'd be at the edge of the tent and have to turn around - putting me back at the tattoo counter. Every so often this short, somewhat attractive but far too chipper for me salesgirl/tattoo queen (though she didn't have any piercing or paint on her) would pop up out of nowhere with, "Just let me know when you are ready, Okay?" Then a phone rang and M was called over, apparently C was calling to let her know that her pack was ringing. She looked at me, handed me the
Hulk watch and said, "I'd better go check that out, go ahead and get started so we can get out of here. Dinner is in ten minutes." As I wandered around, "I'll be right over here whenever you're ready" popped this twit of a girl as she slid by. Slid.
Bored and lonely I wandered out of the tent and put the Hulk watch on, saw the time and rushed to meet up with M and the others. We went to dinner at someone's house, which turned out to be my great grandmother’s house. She's since passed away and these people bought it from the people that bought it from the people that bought it from my grandmother who got it from the inheritance and paid off the mortgage on it. But there something very dark about it, very different. And it had an onion and cabbage tree in the side yard but one of the other owners had already removed the grape vines from the back yard. After eating a couple of the purple onions from the tree there was a pounding on the wall, which is M's way of saying "Good morning pookie, I started your shower so get your lazy ass out of bed!"
Life goes on
The truth is, it does. And so, I will go back to it and train. I will be training the way Allen and I trained in his school and in his back yard back in the day. I don't think I'll be going back to American Karate, but I'll keep training like I never left.
Suicide is everywhere
Right now, I am watching Current and Adam Yamaguchi is doing a segment called Suicide in Japan. Very disturbing. Apparently 35,000 people killed themselves last year in Japan, which is about the same amount of people that killed themselves here, only, they have about half as many people as we do. Its odd how you take notice of things as they become a personal reality. I get this very hollow feeling in my chest when I think about my friend, and the fact that I will never see him again... ever.
My friend Allen Ditullio killed himself. It still isn't very clear why but here are the rumors I have heard. A few months ago he'd discovered his wife had been cheating on him and began the process for divorse. They'd married young and though every time I'd seen them together they seemed good together, I guess they weren't. I don't know if they became distant to each other or who's "fault" it was, but apparently she'd been seeing someone else for a while by the time Allen found out. He soon hooked up with another girl that was, as I understand it, the complete opposite of him. M suggested that maybe he was rebounding with the "I've been on the straight and narrow and still got screwed" attitude. Well, this girl apparently got him into drugs and one night, high on peyote with lots of booze, he put a bullet in his head.
The police report says that a person outside the room reportedly heard him say "What do you want me to do, kill myself?" And then she said "Yeah, maybe." Then a gun went off.
Everyone is very confused about what actually transpired that night, but the following day, Donovan, Allen's half-brother, went to this girl to find out what happened. He says to her "I just want to know what really happened to my brother." and she responds by flicking him off and saying "Fuck you." Also, it is being reported that this girl took Allen's last name as if they'd been married and was forging his wife's (the divorse hadn't been finalized yet) signature on checks and other documents. Allen had apparently refinanced his house and gotten the check the day before. All of that money, his jewelry and other affects were gone shortly after he died.
Once again, these are all rumors, I saw Allen a few weeks ago and he seemed in high spirits and joked with me about spraining my wrist; "That didn't happen here did it?!" This is funny because the day I met him, he blew the capsule in my right elbow in a cross body arm bar. He was concerned I might sue him but I'm not like that, I knew the dangers of Jui Jitsu when I took to the mat with him. And every time I trained with him, I had the time of my life.
Allen Ditullio was a good man, trustworthy, strong, and an important member in many people's lives. He taught Torasamado Karate to many people of many ages and leaves his school with a proud legacy. Allen, you will be missed, you already are.
Mmm Mmm Good
Kei: Amoebas don't build houses and bridges, they only eat.
-- Aikira
I was sitting around, having a pizza and watching The Master on Spike TV when it occurred to me there were so many other things I could be doing; so many better things, so many. Then I thought better of it. Sometimes, you just have to enjoy cold pizza and an old Kung Fu flick. This movie is really bad. So bad in fact you just have to laugh at it, kinda like this new Japanese sausage.
Mad props and the guilt it spawns
After I got the word yesterday about the funeral arrangments I needed to take a little walk so I grabbed some coins from The Tip Jar and headed out to grab a soda. On my way back from the vending machines The Owner met me at the elevator - he was leaving for the day. "Thank you for the extra effort John." He said. "Anytime, it's no big deal." I responded with a smile hoping to drop it there; no such luck. "No really, you've made a big impression with your contribution and earned a lot of respect up there." Any other day I would have gotten a hard-on from a pat on the head like that, but not this time; I just didn't feel like I deserved it. "Well, you know I wasn't the only one putting in the effort right? There were a bunch of us working hard on this project." I returned, straddling the elevator hoping for a split-second the doors would split me in half. "I know, but you did a good job." He added. I really wanted it to be clear that I was by far not the only schmuck on the floor and I certainly wasn't the only one putting in the hours. "Well, I work with a great team in a great company; thank you, have a good one." I finished and stepped in to the elevator mashing the button for our floor.
This is really fucked up. You know who really deserves the admiration? M, and all of our SO's, for putting up with the insane hours. Our incredible marketing guys - these guys are not like the jerks I've worked with at other companies - for working the magic they needed to cobble everything together and figure it all out with an hour's notice. My team leader - prick - just because he really is a smart guy and knows his shit. Ronco, for staying up with me, on the phone on the final night purely for moral support; and the old Silverback for antagonizing and instigating the late night moral - and being able to keep a running Star Wars quote-a-thon going in the background (though Ronco started it - "But I was going to Tashi station for power converters") while I kept working. For me, having a clear deadline and a light atmosphere helps me stay focused on the task at hand. Thanks guys, I've never worked with a better team.
Quality Impurities
Looking at the
Basic Instruction Manual for the
Olympus' C-370 I have to assume that either someone pissed off the tech pubs department or this is one hell of a camera.
I am having a tremendous amount of trouble focusing today. I found out what the funeral arrangments were and am still undecided as to whether I am going or not. I don't handle things like this so well, some of my friends knew him better than I did but everyone was shocked by what happened. I still can't believe it. I just saw him recently and everything seemed fine. Fuck.
Suicide
I just learned that a friend of mine has commited suicide. In a drug induced and agitated state, he killed himself. I am told this was instigated by a person he was with but I do not know the whole story yet. We know by association who wrote the police report and the matter is being investigated. Right now, everything in my head is a mess and until I find out more about it, I really can't comment. I can say though, he will be missed.
I will share more as more becomes known.
This time I almost went too far...
Tilling my own grave to keep me level
Jam another dragon down the hole
Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary siren
One that pushes me along and leaves me so
-- A Perfect Circle "Weak and Powerless"
And it just wasn't good enough. Why doesn't it seem to ever be good enough, my work is never ending and my results are never my final answer. Only this time, I don't feel like I got anything accomplished.
I busted my ass this past week to make a deadline of 9 am Friday morning. I worked so hard this past week that I walked right on the edge of my breaking point and still kept a smile. Let me just describe for a second what happened because this is the worst it has ever been. By 6 am Friday morning I'd experienced tremors in my hands, white streaks in my peripheral vision and occasionally there would be something dark, like a small shadow in the distance, that would move but not be there when I tried to focus on it. After my eyes had finally stopped burning they began to throb and eventually sting from the back, on the inside. My head, in the back to my eyes and the top of my neck, throbbed at wild intervals and my chest would pound and my heart would race, suddenly stop, and start up again. And to top that off, my right arm went totally numb with my hand ice cold and nonresponsive - I was typing when it happened.
Why did I push so hard? Because my team had an unrealistic deadline and I wanted to go to the Warped Tour Friday. Well, I managed to get Friday off and spent the day feeling like crap. So bad in fact that I never made it to the show. Now that really pisses me off. I missed it last year because of work and family requirements and I missed it this year because I wanted to be responsible and eat my cake too. What makes it worse is that my component didn't even work the way it should have on delivery.
I am feeling better today though, my stomach is still upset and I have absolutely no energy to get some much needed yard work done. I also don't have the energy to get my ass in gear and get back to the grind. Once I have the time, I have some interesting tid bits to share regarding C#, XML, and XSLT and their nasty little secrets at 3am.
This sucks
Colonel Sandurz: Oh my god, it's Mega Maid. She's gone from suck to blow.
-- Spaceballs
I started a post yesterday that I didn't have time to finish. I added more to it today only to have Firefox crash and lose it. So here is a synopsis of the past few days:
Yeah, this post ended up sucking more than the rest.
