So yeah. Copying and pasting from IM is probably the best route to go. It’s one line, written by me:
“so I just went to bathroom, was ready to pull horse out of barn, and realize barn doors aren’t opening. I had put my underwear on backwards this morning and just now noticed.”
Yep.
For those that don’t know me in real life, I’m often told I have some of the most random stories that have ever been found. Last night was no exception.
I’ve been having issues with my car lately. It doesn’t like to start from time to time. Sometimes I can let it set and try again 5, 10 or 20 minutes later, and then it will crank. Last night it decided to be stubborn. I was out at my company Christmas party, and after coming back out to the parking lot, car refused to start for me. Fine, I’ve got plenty of co-workers, they can jump me, as I had just gotten the battery tested, and it was on the verge of failing. Hook up another car, try the jump, and no dice. At this point, I watch all my co-workers leave, and call AAA. Waited an hour out in the car in the cold twiddling my thumbs and finally the tow-truck driver pulls up. Tries one more jump, then onto his rollback to take it to his shop. Get to his shop, he starts to take me home, we stop at a stoplight, and someone walks up to his window on his truck and starts talking to him about trying to get his son a job. This guy came out of nowhere and I almost pissed my pants.
Anyway, more on down the road, we see this car with it’s hazard lights on. The car is sitting to the right side of the southbound lanes, and we get in the left lane to give it a wide berth. As we enter the lane, our headlights focus on a tire sitting in the middle of the lane. So we swerve to miss it, and the tow driver stops to pick it up and make sure the guy is okay. Turns out, the guy his the concrete side of a bridge that we had just passed over and had not only screwed up his front end of his car, but has lost the tire off the front driver wheel, and has sheared the rim off of the axle on the back driver tire. So that was just comical. He’s also an employee of Wendy’s, and was bringing products between the store he worked at and the store in my hometown. So we had to load up boxes of burgers as well as bags of ketchup and pickles, all cram in to the single-cab F-150, and take off back to Benton. I finally get home, it’s 11:15, I’ve been done with the Christmas party for 2 hours and 15 minutes. I crack a beer, check my e-mail, and head to bed.
Today, the car got fixed. New fuel pump, new ignition control system, new battery. $Texas.
Coming soon, you’ll start to see lots more items come up on here. I’m making it so my google shared items will pop up on here as their own posts. They’ll do it every day about this time. I want to start sharing what I have with people that don’t necessarily have me in their shared friends on Google Reader. If it gets annoying, I’ll remove it.
I forgot to take pictures, but I cleaned out my closet today. I sorted the leavings into two piles. Pile one was marked ‘Dad’ and contains:
18 pants and jeans
14 button up shirts
5 polos
3 Stafford shirts
3 T-shirts
1 jacket
The other pile was marked ‘Rags, and contains:
15 pair of white socks
3 T-shirts.
Now I just need to do laundry to make my closet full again, and do one more sort as all that comes through.
Yeah. Mine. If you have a number I need, text it to me at my number. I have about 20 people right now in the phone. Just let me know who it is in the text.
And Google is here to prove it.
They’re new old search database is kinda nifty.
I could do this all day.
Just sayin.
Heading out of town to the drag races in Memphis. Full report when I get back.
I’m starting to like this blogging thing after all.
So, in my job, I have to deal a lot with Visual Basic (still currently VB 6, even though development is speeding on towards C#), and even more inside of SQL Server (2000/2005). All of our applications are semi-self contained, with interfacing dlls to pass calls between the modules that have to communicate. So, in all, everything is very independent. There’s only one thing that we do that allows external communication, but it is relatively minor. We have the ability to create a view of the data to be able to interface with 3rd party GIS solutions. Usually, we set it up, it works, and that’s it. That is, until something went wrong with it today. This customer had a server changed out earlier this year, and unknown to anyone at the time, the mapping link was no longer working. So, I took the call, let them know that the server name had changed, and that was it. They accepted that as the workaround, and we ended the call. Well, they called in later that day, and it still wasn’t working. So I started digging. Tried to set everything up as it had never had the mapping installed, didn’t work. Tried setting up the ODBC DSN to see what was happening with it, and it wouldn’t allow the connection. After re-setting the password on the account, and it still not connecting to the database, something connected in my brain. When we set up a new server, we don’t keep the original master database, we use the one with the new install. Well, the new server didn’t have the new log-in in it… until I tried to set it up earlier. So what was up?
I then remembered that earlier, the setup of the solution had complained about something, and I thought it was just complaining about the SQL view being there. Ran the same sql command, and looked at the other error that was right above the complaint about the view. It complained about the login already created. So I deleted it from the users in the master database. And it still complained.
So, I had to dig more.
Found that the user was also stuck on the database. But why wouldn’t it work, didn’t I just create it? The underlying answer to all of this: no, I didn’t create it. It had been there all the time. There was one customer login that was with the old master database, and when the old server was turned off, it severed the connection with the external database. The new customer login was a fully different account, just happened to share the same name. In the end, I had to remove all traces of the login from the database, the schema, and the roles, and then have the stored procedures re-create all them. In the end, the amount of work was 5 minutes. The discovery took over an hour. And the experience, as is said, was priceless.
http://ask.metafilter.com/102417/Why-doesnt-my-cat-understand-I-have-an-alarm-clock
I love that damn stupid cat. Let’s see how that tape I put on the door works for him.
There’s one interesting thing that happens to me each day. Sometimes, it makes me realize that my life sucks. Sometimes, it gives me insight on a problem I’ve been facing. Other times, it makes me laugh. On the odd chance, I’ll even cry.
Today was one that just left me in awe.
I was on-site in Ohio, and I had been here before and gotten to know everyone really well. Great group of guys and gals. Well, one of the guys and I were paired up in his vehicle to go out for the training, and when he gets in, he tells me that since my last time up (March), lots of things have changed. His wife of more years than I have been alive packed her bags, told him he could have everything else, and walked out. No explanation (at the time), no hints that it was coming, nothing. Just goodbye. Obviously, he’s having a hard time dealing with it. And over the course of the day, he told me more of the story, digging deeper and deeper into his soul, and sharing it with someone that he’d only known for a short period of time, and had met and talked to even less. I let him say his piece, because talking helps him. It was about 15 minutes before I left, that I realized how much I think I had meant to him, by doing nothing more than listen. He’s a good man, and I wish him the best.
His story made me want to start blogging again, because every day is new. From the time you wake up, until the time you go to sleep, memories are being made. I’ve killed off enough brain cells with alcohol that I’m afraid I’m going to lose something important one of these days, and before I forget, I want to make my story, and post it here. Sure, some nights posts are going to be doled out a fingerpoke at a time, coming in from the bar, some nights will have me banging away at the keyboard with the cat in my lap. There may even be the occasional phone post or two. You might hear my voice, or even see a video (let me see how Utterli does for those two). But I realize, just like the guy today, I have a story to tell, and I need to tell it, because someday, my little world may come to an end, and then no one will know my story. And to be forgotten is even worse than death, because at least when you die, your story lives on.
Time to wake up. Grab a brand new day. Make a story. Regret nothing. Live.
Time to check back in on Paris.
Hilton auditions for Nazi Orgymaster: The Max Mosley Story biopic?
Paris Hilton crowned ‘Miss Vagina 2008′
Paris Hilton: “$4,500.00 for sex? Damn! And all this time I’ve been giving it away”
Britney Spears’ Hoo-Ha Declared a National Biohazard?
Paris Hilton High Colonic Commercial, Exclusive Preview
Paris Hilton Releases Tinkerbell Linux?
Lindsay Lohan: I just know Sherrif Lee Baca loves me as much as Paris!?
Paris Hilton Declared One of the Seven Most Unique Wonders of the World!
Paris Hilton Issues Press Release Requesting No Press Releases??
Paris Hilton Dumps Bimbo Act, Finds God, Turning a Charitable Leaf
Paris Hilton Gets Religion, Says She is Saved While in Prison
Paris Hilton covered in excrement?
Paris Hilton charges for Pussy?
Paris Hilton to show beaver?
Paris Hilton: Harvard loves my cooter!
Paris Hilton’s vagina bites mailman!
Kittah, I haz. He is Muffin. Hear him roar.
I’d also grace you with pictures of the scars on my legs that this beast has made, but that’s too much for this blog.
I’ve been actually reading through my spam folder lately. Some interesting subject lines there:
Speaking of cats… well that’s for another entry.
So Deezil got the itch and bought some things.
The TV is an AOC Envision L32W761 bought from here.
The receiver is a Onkyo TXSR304S bought from here. The DVD Player is a Phillips DVDP5990 bought from Wal-Mart, specs here.
Hooked it all up this morning the the huge speakers I have, KLH PR-950S, about the only thing I can find is here, and it booms. I love it all.
Lately, I’ve been doing some soul searching, some job searching, and trying to find the best part of life I can have. I recently got what I would consider a substantial raise at work, and while that is nice, it just covers up the things that I am finding that I don’t like about the job. I guess that’s why I’m trying to seek out other employs. I still like the job, but it’s not letting me use my skillset like I want to, and I am afraid that if I don’t find something else, I’m either going to get stuck there, or stuck in the past. And both are career suicide if you aren’t doing what you absolutely love.
In other news, my sister decided that she wanted to go off-roading on Friday. She decided to do this while coming off an interstate off-ramp. The result:
Yeah. Good job, turd head. Glad you’re still okay. I found out when her boyfriend called me at the client site I was at, because I was on top of a friggin’ mountain with no cell reception.
In new shinies coming up, I’m looking at three phones, all of them are smartphones. The first, the BlackJack II from Samsung. After breaking my Nokia 6102i in half at the hinge, I got a free Samsung from my parents, and I love it, so the Samsung is definitely in contention. The second phone, the Blackberry Curve 8310, because I’ve heard cool things coming out of that camp, and Laura loves her Crackberry. The third is the iPhone 3G. Yeah, I know, cliche, but it’s friggin’ cool. And I need an MP3 player, as the one I have doesn’t like anything as far as Linux, and there will be (unofficial) iPhone 3G support for Linux. So I’m still weighing all these and seeing the pros and cons of all 3. Decision probably by July 11th.
Things with the girl are excellent. She’s awesome and she taught me how to make sushi today. Then we went and bought everything that I need to make it myself. Yay for cooking! She’s pretty awesome as far as just being a human. She treats me better than anyone I’ve dated yet, she’s not one that requires a lot, and just all around great.
I’m done typing and searching for links for everything, so just time to hit Post and let WordPress do its usual magic.
Yeah. Five days. Stoipped at B on Sat night, C on Sunday night, worked at D on Monday, drove to E on Monday night, Ping-ponged between F and G and H (since E/G and F/H are the same) for Tuesday and Wednesday, then came home to I on Wednesday night.
I’ve taken Thursday morning off. Go me.
Me: Holllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllller.
Laura: You know it
Laura: MONDAY
Laura: WOOO
Me: It’s Tuesday.
Me: err
Me: wednesday
Me: dang
Laura: Oh
Laura: OOPs
Laura: lol
I was discussing a trip with a co-worker who had to go in front of me by a couple of days and install the hardware in the same place I was going to do software training. I had already decided on the Holiday Inn Express in Portsmouth, OH, and he said he had stopped at the HIE in Grayson, KY. He had said kind of off-handedly said that he was staying closer than I would be, due to him staying in the state of KY, and I actually going out of state and even in a few miles to get where I needed to go. I said that I didn’t think it was the case, and we disagreed. Well, Google Maps and I just made both trips rather quickly, and I think I’ve got him beat.
and
It’s just a few miles, but I consider it enough to make a difference. Especially since the company is going to have to pay for the mileage on my trip, because I’m using my own car.
Morals of the story: 1.) I just have a feeling about where I need to stay, and don’t doubt it. 2.) Google Maps can travel 860 miles in the matter of 45 seconds, it’s going to take me over 14 hours.
I’m up, it’s just not fully going yet. More later.
Fuck. BRB. Webhost / WP Install / some other webshit got fucking hosed. Hackers and shit. Leaving up the RSS feed and that’s it.
http://www.google.com/search?q=cdpuvbhfzz.com – That’s what’s gotten a hold of me.