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April 20, 2005

O Cyrus,

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 19:50 | link to post

April 17, 2005

super fantastic

Manolo, he loves the shoes.

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 22:47 | link to post

he's a freak of nature

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 22:18 | link to post

April 13, 2005

tax day mix

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 21:58 | link to post

April 12, 2005

my civic

is seaworthy.

music: Pete Yorn: Come back home

candice at 12:12 | link to post

April 04, 2005

never rely on anything but posix

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 15:18 | link to post

April 02, 2005

country music = drink more

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 22:08 | link to post

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