March 2007

So, this week I’ve been on call for work. It’s the first time I’ve ever had to be on call. Lesson learned: I’m a whiny little man-child. I can’t discuss it – and don’t want to discuss it – in tremendous detail but suffice to say I have had moments of sincere displeasure with my customer base. Having gotten the self-critical lesson out of the way, here are some other lessons to learn:

  • Four in the effing ay of the em is not a good time to tune your IDS signatures. I don’t care that you’re already up for your day and want to do it while it’s fresh on your mind. I have to go to fucking work in five hours and I’ve already been asleep for three. Guess who’s going to have to have the exact signatures you want tuned repeated several times because he’s mostly asleep? Me, that’s who. Also, fuck you for calling.
  • Ten in the evening? Not a great time to call so you can have someone to bitch at about your internal processes. They ain’t mine, jack. They’re yours. I understand the jargon, yes, but I don’t actually care and I can’t change anything. I am an engineer. I am not a therapist. Your need: a therapist.
  • Some of my colleagues are just awesome. There is no better time than five in the morning to hear your 3rd shift co-worker say, “OK, here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to make sure you do not have to talk to this person. Don’t worry about it.” Then, they do that. It’s really, really amazing. At LastJob there was a lot of fire-and-forget with other people’s problems.

Also, Guitar Hero II: great game or greatest game? On the downside, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a Cheap Trick song stuck in my head and I’m not really ready to revisit those years. Happily, I discovered that my usual antidote – the chorus to Rufus Wainwright’s 11:11 – works even against Surrender. I should write him a letter to thank him.

What in the hell is Surrender about, anyway? Old KISS records? Is the point of this song really that Mommy & Daddy are “alright?” Is this Cheap Trick singing a song about how one’s parents are hip in their own way and one should get over it? Oh, wait, it’s Cheap Trick. They are our parents. Because these are the interwebs I even checked Wikipedia for them and, sure enough, there they are. Upcoming dates: a casino in Lincoln, RI. Honest to the gods, if they came here I’d go see them. I don’t care whether that’s shameful or ironic or whatever.

The Boyf and I went to see Inland Empire last night at the Carolina Theatre of Durham. This morning I sent an email to Mr. Pink Eyes to tell him what I thought about it and my email said, simply, that I was strumming my lips with my finger and going, “Burblurblurblurblurble.” He asked whether this was a good burble or a loony burble. My response is below the fold in case you don’t want to read another’s impressions before you see it.


So, I got the new Mac Pro. Yowza. Can I just say that again? Perhaps with more emphasis?


Highest FPS in WoW so far? Over 200. Average is around 75 or 80, though. In Shattrath. On a Saturday afternoon. In the bank. With every texture, spell effect, etc., maxed out.

OK, I have to stop bragging now. That’s not mature of me. It’s true, though. Every word.

Also, how awesome is this: I cleaned out the shed today and now kind of wonder if it will ever again be safe to use my hands to eat. Ugh. I will never, ever let my shed get like this again. Never. I swear it. But the awesome part is how much of what was in there is able to be recycled by the city. Another awesome thing is that the big recyclables – the mounds of cardboard, the car battery so thoughtfully left by the previous owner of my home (you know, the one sitting out in the yard), that sort of stuff – are all accepted at a city “Convenience Center” about five minutes from my house. I read this and then my heart sank at the realization that it was already after 5pm on a Saturday, no way they’d be open, but I checked the hours just in case: open until 7pm on Saturdays. Fuck yes. I love Durham.

I logged into my gallery today to check something and found that on Friday and Saturday I’d gotten a bunch of spam comments there. By “a bunch” I mean several thousand. I am not exaggerating. So, I turned off comments, which sucks. Congratulations, spambots, you win.

In related news, does anyone know of an anti-spam module for Gallery 2? I should specify that Captcha was installed and active but apparently did nothing. Gods, I know nothing about running Gallery anymore. I couldn’t even Google effectively about Gallery and spam. At this rate, I’m going to wake up Tuesday and be unable to find the power button on my computer. I’ll end up hiding in the under-eaves storage trying desperately to invent a word for the horseless carriages I’ll have spied outside my home.