(Strange week part the Nth). So I'd decided this weekend
that I'm going to go to NYC this summer for a couple days,
catch up with all the people I haven't seen and attempt to
go to bars and not smoke. I learned recently that certain
heavy-duty prescriptions actually allow me to fly without
being completely sick and miserable, so it's like, c'mere
jetblue I need to plan a vacation.
So wednesday (a weird day in its own right, as I woke up
still a little tipsy and had meetings disappear on me) my
mother calls me up and says, "Hey, want to come to disney
with us for a little while in May?" "Ummmm... I don't have
an entire week I can take off, I'll see what I can do, sure?"
So it looks like mid-may I will be driving to florida to see
what the hell disneyworld is like when you're of legal drinking
age and actually have a car on vacation there.
I also have a couple of troublemakers trying to lure me up
to the midwest to visit them, one of them dangling the giant
mall in front of me, the other one dangling lots of cool guns
and range-time.
Looks like this year I may actually get a vacation or two in.
Someone tell me when house's 30th anniversary party is?
music: U2: Hold me thrill me kiss me kill me
candice at 16:16 | Comments (0)
Someone apparently backed into my car this morning.
Now I get to go spend Saturday learning how to get dents
out of cars, when I was intending to work as there's a
crawfish boil I'm required to be at on Sunday.
There's a tongue ring on my kitchen table which needs to
be returned to its' owner, and I need to go drink this off
later on today too.
music: Green Day: Jesus of suburbia
candice at 16:16 | Comments (5)
Just found Diet Coke sweetened with Splenda.
Sweet! More braincells left to kill with vodka and beer.
music: Nine Inch Nails: The Perfect Drug
candice at 21:21 | Comments (0)
how I hate thee. Not wanting to go cyrus is what got me
on this dbmail track in the first place, which ended up
requiring me to do smtp auth against mysql in postfix.
Which with postfix happens to require our friend cyrus
sasl. The intarweb had lots of samples using sasl to
talk to saslauthd to talk to pam to mysql. Considering
that sasl supports mysql itself, this seemed pretty
redundant and silly. And it finally works. This was how.
music: Regina Spektor: Poor little rich boy
candice at 19:19 | Comments (0)
I have been on a shoe thing lately, part of me realized last
fall that we are not in Rochester anymore (Stuck wearing
boots for 9 months straight. Don't get me wrong, I love
boots, but I missed my dear high heels.) and at the same
time have had enough money to start buying cute shoes.
But this is not really about the shoes. It is about the talking
about the shoes. Just trust me here.
music: Stone Temple Pilots: Sour Girl
candice at 22:22 | Comments (0)
but we love him so... It's my own fault for putting the
chili peppers in my car to listen to, getting Sir Psycho Sexy
stuck in my head like glue.
Today was yet another episode of "Rust Sucks" up at my
parents' house in their driveway. Couldn't get the brakes
all the way dismantled thanks to lovely rusted bolts. (Also:
random rust falling out of crap is scary.) Hopefully some
grease will work its way in from where we could get to and
my wheels won't get too fucked up.
The car, after some dampness got cleaned out of the
distributor cap, runs well again, with very little monetary
damage from the mechanic.
music: My Morning Jacket: One Big Holiday
candice at 22:22 | Comments (0)
I dropped my taxes in the mail tonight, and my car is
drivable but not that great at it yet. In time, I suppose.
Next time I'm self employed I need to make more so
it doesn't seem so painful to cough up.
random album mix for the car:
Beastie Boys: Licensed to Ill
Beck: Odelay
New Order: International
Pete Yorn: Day I Forgot
Queen: one of many greatest hits I and II
Rammstein: Sehnsucht
Red Hot Chili Peppers: Blood Sugar Sex Magik
Rob Zombie: Hellbilly Deluxe
music: Queen: Killer Queen
candice at 21:21 | Comments (0)
is seaworthy.
music: Pete Yorn: Come back home
candice at 12:12 | Comments (0)
And sometimes not even that.
When my QA person comes up to me with a random segv
without core, (where the hell the core files get off to on this
application I have no fucking clue, but they don't exist),
much of the time it's due to the fact that SCO will happily
dereference a pointer whose value is zero to give you
another zero. And on linux compiled with gcc, you have to
check for null earlier than that, or it will crash and burn
when you try to dereference it.
Never rely on what 'system' or 'popen' will do for you either,
this big pile of code, shellscript, and glue was tied together
to run as a particular user, suid, and back on yon SCO machine,
system, sh is a subset of ksh, and acts ksh like, and on our
linux friend, sh is bash, and drops priveleges if it is run suid.
It's a neverending stream of permissions issues, which would
have been solved by better design in the first place, but that
is so another can of worms.
music: Olive: You're not alone.
candice at 15:15 | Comments (0)
I got home late last night, and of course got woken up
by the phone, had to rush getting dressed up and all that
nonsense this morning. The wedding is well, a wedding,
and not that notable, but the reception... It started at
2pm, and they started playing cheesy country, which is
like, you know, my last drink was less than 12 hours ago
but I really really need beer right now. I didn't even
notice until later the 5-gallon igloo cooler of whiskey.
(Also. Mullets were sighted. As were lots of drunk old
people dancing.)
music: Mahnamahna
candice at 22:22 | Comments (0)
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