December 11th, 2006

Moa: The King of Destruction

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A driver rearends a car while giving someone else the finger. He feels justified because the guy who had cut him off was talking on a cell phone and not paying attention to the road. Oh, the irony is overwhelming. It's enough that I almost forgot to laugh because it took place in Sheboygan, probably the third funniest city name in the country. Kalamazoo and Albuquerque don't even come close.

The worst Christmas movies and TV specials ever. Or so it says, but this is one list that should have been changed to "holiday", because I don't think "Eight Crazy Nights" is a Christmas movie. Then again, I've only seen two of the entries on that list, and Adam Sandler wasn't in either of them. And I only saw the MST3K version of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians.

Floridians aren't happy about stores selling "Pornaments". The store sounds to me like Spencer's Gifts, which still makes me uncomfortable and makes me wonder how they can get away without asking for ID.

Man gets stuck in chimney trying to get into his own home. Christmas isn't for another two weeks, genius! Way to make the fire department break out their chimney kit early.

Woman steals tiny portions of expensive collections and checks from backs of checkbooks to impress her boyfriend with her fictitious high-paying job. Her boyfriend was quite surprised, but I have to wonder just how surprised her husband was.

Cambodian sex worker stabs client for refusing to wear a condom. I'm sure she'd get off on a self-defense charge. It would also probably win her case. *rimshot*

An Indiana girl tries to shoplift so much that her pants fall down. And she had a can of Nesquik tucked into her crotch, but no underwear. The store probably can't legally sell it, but I'm sure someone would pay big money for that can.

Baby Jesus is stolen from a nativity scene and replaced with a beer can. For God so loved the world that He gave His only Miller Light, that whosoever believeth in Him may have less filling that still tastes great.

The Heart Attack Grill features waitresses dressed as sexy nurses and food that could probably kill you. And the real nurses aren't happy about it. I love this quote, though. "We're asking people, if they're going to have these fantasies, please don't make it so public. Move these sexual fantasies to other professions." So says the executive director of the Center for Nursing Advocacy. So the mother of all breastfeeders says it's okay to fantasize about women, as long as they're not nurses? I'll take it! *kicks Floresia out of the party and replaces her with Rio Mimoza*

A Malaysian court rules that it's okay to gossip about your boss behind his back. Finally, someone understands! Now, let's get a U.S. court to agree with them.
Moa: The King of Destruction

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Today's Bridge: We formed two tables, and Paul and I took on Mike and CP, leaving the other table without a regular scorekeeper. No matter, though. They sacrificed in 5C Dbl off 3 to keep us out of game for the first hand, and we just plain couldn't make the game in the second hand. But we got it on the next one, and when CP misplayed his 3NT after Paul botched the defense (I wanted a spade lead so I could run my four good spades, but he elected to set up a diamond instead, and it was only CP blocking himself on the board in hearts and not cashing his good club that let me get what spades I had left), we made another game in 5D with two overtricks, but couldn't bid slam due to the missing A-K of spades. The other Matt asked us a bidding question afterward, and I can only hope that the answer he got has taught him more than what to do in a rare situation. It seems like he's planning to take the game seriously, which is a good sign. Bridge is at its finest when all four players understand the bidding conventions in use and make the best use of the cards they have. Matt even recognizes (and has since he started) that Dan likes to make crazy bids. To come to that conclusion on his own after only a week of playing and watching... pretty sharp.

Today's Work: I compiled the new merged build, with all of the different parts integrated at long last... and right from the start, shared memory fails to initialize. This is fundamental stuff, so how could any of my changes have affected it? Yet that's definitely the problem. Time for some investigation into the merged files. The problem with adding one of something to two different branches and merging them is that the merge is supposed to have two more, but because it sees one more in each branch, it thinks one more is the right result and doesn't complain. I want complaining!

Today's Computer: I managed to migrate the Hotmail account without incident, but the POP3 account will be trickier. Not that I'd have a problem migrating the settings, but I want to migrate the messages as well, and Outlock Excess can't seem to find the mail folder even when I mount it and browse right to it. What the hell format is it expecting to see? I'm going to try migrating the account to Thunderbird on the old computer, then exporting that to Thunderbird on the new one, and probably leaving it there. Having two E-mail programs might work better than one, although I think it would be better all in one program. The catch is that Thunderbird doesn't support Hotmail. So, for now, the POP account is still on the old computer, feeding messages into its local folders. I don't think Thunderbird will have a problem finding them. (Actually, I might be able to migrate directly to Thunderbird on this computer, given the mount.) That will leave the webpages and story files, and some media to import. That's all I can think of. And once I migrate the webpages, assuming that I don't bother with a WYSIWYG editor, I might try cleaning up the horrible formatting. I could save myself kilobytes by eliminating the pages of spaces in every file Word and Nutscrape Composter conspire to create. On the plus side, this computer boots and shuts down without me having to coach it through every process, so my morning goes much faster. I made it to work before 6:30 today, and only stayed an extra half hour to take the mandatory training that nobody bothered to tell me was past due (not being on the all-hands mailing list has its downside) and to rap with Dan about the state of the project. Then I got stuck behind the slowpokes on the way home and at the gas station (how one minivan can take longer than three cars to fill up and STILL try to drive off without paying, only to stop while still blocking my access to the pump, I'll never understand), but that gave me time to appreciate more of the Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix audiobook. Granted, I do zone out from time to time, but scenes like most of Uncle Vernon's appearances stand out a lot more this way. It was almost amazing. Also on the plus side, those reply-alls from September have started again, and the most recent one said "Just stop hitting Reply All and the messages will stop! How stupid can you be!" which was hilariously ironic. I'm tempted to reply to that one and say so - without replying to anyone else, of course. I, unlike the droves of idiots who've revived a two-month-old dead chain mail, am not stupid. (SHUT UP!)

I picked Pani Poni Dash for last night's viewing, and I have to say that the "Azumanga Daioh meets Excel Saga" comparison is pretty accurate. The screen is incredibly busy, with lots of visual gags in the background, particularly in the writing on the chalkboards. Very little of it has anything to do with what passes for a story, at least in the first episode. I can't say it's great just yet, but it's very weird. Cute characters. Definitely more of that tonight, with the possibility of an early bedtime so I can duplicate today's arrival time and get the full enjoyment out of the Christmas feast. Or stop at Speedway for Buy 1, Get 1 Free Pepsi. A winner is me!