I so do not want to be at work right now.Terrible frustration, this: I'm working with completely brain-dead technology, and like a dream in which I cannot make myself understood, I cannot explain to anyone that we should not be using a database publishing system to do this project. Absolutely should not. Nobody should use database publishing systems unless they have a really strong need that nothing else will satisfy. Like the need to publish to several different formats.
Why is it that taking ASCII data (you know, ASCII: the stuff that people make countless tools to deal with?) and putting it in binary form is so fucking attractive? from a programmer's point of view, this is a wonderful thing. from the point of view of someone who has to WORK with the bloody things, it's a nightmare. imagine having a web site on which you cannot run a global search or a global search and replace. Where you have to remember exactly where you put all of your text.
It's completely bollixed.
side note: even talking to her turns me on.still.
damn. I'm still in love.
This is me, enroute to Rustycon. see y'all on Monday!
i want to be your easter bunny/i want to be your christmas tree—be mine, REM
outside: sunny!
doing: need to get cat food
link: Rustycon!
dream: I was a shaven-headed man, a convict or prisoner of some sort, and the people who were keeping me took me to this weird housing development in the middle of nowhere. We went to a new house, my captors pointing out all the benefits of the community. There wasn't anyone there but us.
At the house, I stood and looked out the window, and pointed at something moving in the distance. The dark-haired leader looked it it with her binoculars, and then got really scared. "It's the aliens," she said. "The insect ones." The aliens got closer, and they looked like giant praying mantises with razors for forelimbs. "We have to hide," she said.
everyone else ran upstairs, but I ran downstairs. I hid in a closet behind some clothes, this big shaven-headed guy curled up and silent.
i'm not sure but I think the aliens got me anyway.
