This is what a Systems Administrator is. This is what a Web Designer is. Just sayin’.
Already excited about this year’s PenguiCon. It probably doesn’t hurt that Nikki’s presenting at Convocation this year. I’m getting a contact convention buzz!
Author Archives: David Crampton
Thoughts From the Day Job
Entry-by-entry data verification and updating on a 4,000+ entry MySQL table appeals to my anal retentive nature.
phpmyadmin’s search feature, coupled with its ability to edit multiple rows at once, has sped up my task incredibly.
Lunchtime at McD’s in Potterville shows a horrifying number of High School Students. Why aren’t they at the diner downtown?
Oregon, why do your town names make me fear you?
Thoughts from Work
I’m feeling ganged up upon by PHP and MySQL. I’m THIS close to de-friending them on LJ and Facebook. Take that!
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Hard to write on your lunch break when you leave your laptop at home, take a pen and notebook, and then drop the pen between the wall and the booth. Yeah, that one’s gone. *headdesk*
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Why do half of Facebook Notes lose formatting when viewed through the RSS feed? Not liking the wall ‘o text.
Myst III: Exile
I have placed my palm on the shifting image in the book of Myst. I have fallen through the rift of stars to finally arrive on Myst Island. I have solved the riddles and discovered the twin treacheries of the brothers, Sirrus and Achenar. I have visited D’ni, and then Riven, and then Catherine’s impossible world. I have trapped Gehn and fallen once more through the starry rift, aching to return home. Now, ten years later, my good friend Atrus has invited me to his home. I long to see him, his wife Catherine, and their new baby girl, Yeesha.
He says that he has something grand to show me. He says that he has finally written an Age worthy of the remnants of the D’ni. He intends to show me this Releeshahn, I think.
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I’m in an Age that I’ve never seen before. Some lunatic used a book to enter Atrus’ study. He lit curtains and tapestries on fire, stole the book to Releeshahn, and linked back to where I am now. On an impulse, I followed him. I could not catch up to him before he locked himself in a structure near the center of the island. (Why is it always islands?) I will search for other entrances.
Thanksgiving Weekend
I give thanks for my family. I give thanks for my ability to support them in this ridiculous economy. I give thanks that I still have my health and my sanity. I give thanks for the opportunities that I have had, continue to have, and that my family has. I give thanks for a wife who supports me, thinks of me, and cares about me. I give thanks for three sons, all of whom likely see me as a better man than I am. I give thanks for two parents who still see me for all that I can be, and a brother who is, as Hunter put it, awesome.
I give thanks for everyone and everything in my life. Also, for leftovers.
Aside from a ridiculous amount of delicious homemade food, including a deep fried turkey, much nerdery was had on Turkey-day. I learned about the differences between .dmg and .iso (not much) and between compressed and uncompressed .dmg (quite a bit). I helped to pull a shaved kitten worth of cat hair and dust out of a laptop. Never got around to working on the server, but that’s fine. I was shown a Linux distro that’s meant to be a router/firewall combo. Just all kinds of geekishness going on.
I am -so- close to having the Todd story go to print. SO CLOSE, I tells ya. I’m on pins and needles just thinking about it.
I’m trying out EVE Online, and am finding myself just as frustrated with the crashing and lagging as I was with Myst Online. Being immersed in the story will make up for a lot. So far, the technical difficulties have outweighed the benefits. So, I unpacked Myst IV and Myst V, set them on the shelf next to Nikki’s Everquest II box, and popped Myst III: Exile into the PS2.
If I’m going to start gaming again, why would I ignore the ones I’ve already purchased?
Horoscope
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Your story is taking a hotter and wetter and more cosmically comical turn. The splendor and the rot are all mixed up. The line between your strengths and liabilities are hair thin. But have no fear. One of your dormant talents will activate in the nick of time. Your wild guesses will shed bright light whenever the darkness creeps in. And you’ll have even more emotional intelligence than usual. P.S. If your psyche tingles like a funny bone that has been tapped, it means that unanticipated help or useful information will arrive within 12 hours.
First Round Table, Second Generation
I feel like a Star Trek series.
Anyway, the first Round Table gathering will be held this Saturday evening. The Round Table is a gathering to relax, catch up, shoot the proverbial poop, etc. It’s meant as a time to get away from the ridiculous pace of daily life. You can bring stuff to do, if you’d like. Inappropriate jokes and tall tales are more than welcome.
Why is it called the Round Table? My late Grandpa Crampton used to gather with his buddies at nonsensical times in the morning to do this very thing. The name, the jokes, and the tall tales are in remembrance of him.
Since Gone Wired closes early on Saturday nights, we’ll meet at Theio’s to start out. It’s got food (of a sort), coffee, and a wifi connection. (802.11 b/g) I know that there are some people that dislike Theio’s, so suggestions for future meeting places are welcome.
28 Days Later
I’ve watched this one before. I couldn’t remember if I’d seen just part of it, or all of it. I’m pretty sure, now, that it was all of it. Doesn’t matter, though, because it’s a really enjoyable flick. I’m not the biggest zombie movie fan in the world, but I love post-apocalyptic settings. I felt the desperation, the loneliness and grasping for fellow humanity, and I felt the twinge when that drop of blood hit that guy’s eye. *shudder* Four stars, and looking forward to the sequel.