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!
Monthly Archives: December 2009
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.