noises in the house

First thing on the list of I'm sure billions of little things to get used to post wedding: noises in the house.  Sitting at my desk reading a long blog entry I hear a little clatter and clang of something hitting something else.  Crap, the dogs are getting into something.  I go to find out what.  Addie's on the floor in the bedroom - it must be Bella!  Nope, Bella's asleep on the couch.  Oh right, another person lives in the house now.

A bad analogy

This is probably a very bad analogy (or is it more of a proverb?) of the hair pulling frustration I had at work the other day and the corresponding solution.

Me: Hey, you, I want you to do me a favor.
Program: What's that?
Me: See this list of information, I got it from that book over there, I want you to tell me whenever it changes.
Program: Got it.
Me: *goes and changes some stuff in the book*
Me: And?
Program: Not a damn thing has happened.
Me: @#(*&@!@!!

Me: Okay, Program, same deal as before.  You, list, book over there, let me know when it changes.
Program: Got it.
Me: Yeah, I'm sure you do, but why don't you go over there and look at it first.
Program: Okie-dokie.. yep, got it.
Me: *goes and changes some stuff in the book*
Me: And?
Program: Hey, things changed!
Me: Thank god!

Warning, nerd speech:  So the technical translation of that is I wanted to create a "dependency" object that watches a "sql command" object and tells me whenever something happens in the database that would change the results of the sql command.  What I wasn't doing yesterday but that I am doing today is telling the command to execute so that the dependency knew what the hell it was looking for.

I'd be more elated if I didn't feel so stupid :)


There's a line between being frugal/thrifty/dollar conscious and being an outright cheap bastard, and every now and again I forget about that line and cross over into true skin-flinted-ness.

My laptop has a flaky wireless connection.  Having just shelled out to fix one problem I figured I may as well finally pick up a fix for this as well and so hit up ebay.  There are lots of wireless cards for sale pulled from my exact model of notebook - they run about $12.  But what ho?  A generic card for only $5?  How can I go wrong?!

My first clue was probably when the package arrived 10 days later with a chinese customs label stamped on the back, posted via air mail and routed through mumbai if I'm reading these stamps right.  It's got a wireless card in it, so that's good.  There are no identifying marks or numbers on the card, so that's going to make finding software for it hard.  After about 20 minutes of searching and three false tries I start to get excited because I've found a solid lead, though granted it's on a chat board for tech support folks in india.  It's about this time that I realize I should probably just cut my losses and order a real card for $7 more.  Okay, it was after downloading the dodgy indian software and having that not work as well.  But still, lesson learned.

Oh, and I got an IRS notice delivered to my house for someone who doesn't live here.  Normally I don't give much credence to those "federal penalty for misuse" notice on envelopes but I think this one I'll heed.  So all in all an interesting mail day.


I may be marrying a Pescetarian, but even she laughed at this

Carnivore Support GroupNo, I didn't see this in person, but man do I wish I had.  Hooray for the internets

I know what I hate, and I don't hate this

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Round 2 of crossfiting has me slightly bruised and with sore hamstrings but I'm manning up for round 3 tonight.  Round 4 is over a week after that (bad scheduling) and then I'll be all signed off to go attend regular classes.  This makes me pumped.  Then I talk to Jordan, who's made it to the final round of the crossfit games and I'm in awe.  Quote him, there are 75 guys in the competition, all others of which he's sure have murdered someone at some point.  Good times.  Regardless, the goal of being back in my normal good general health by the wedding seems completely doable.

So what I don't hate: free games from my work.  Sam & Max is quite enjoyable, moreso when it's free.  Getting my wedding rehersal dinner planning taken care of by my pop - HUGE weight off my mind.  The rubber Bridezilla Kjersting gave us.  The fact that my personality quirks are already rubbing off on Aliki, who now says "meh".

Some things I actually do hate: the interface for the Magic: the Gathering arcade game.  Seriously, who thought forcing turn advancement unless you hit pause in a game that requires lots of thinking was a good idea.  Bah, get off my lawn.

And since I just listened to a "To the Best of our Knowledge" podcast wherin they talk all about, I'm feeling anti-lackadaisical.  Ha, that'll mess with their statistics.

God, I can't wait to go to Argentina!


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