Software is hard, part 2

Following up on an earlier post with a quote from a slashdot post of similar name.

Here's an interesting observation apropos to my current situation, and I'll leave it at that:

by osolemirnix (107029)


Somebody needs to grease the wheels of justice...

...preferably with the oleaginous innards of plaintiffs in pointless court cases.

Software is hard. Support a small (or not so small) developer

My siblings and I have differing opinions on whether or not one should pay for software. Having racked my brain for hours tracking down small bugs in perl/php/shell programs (more often than not the result of a single misplaced character), I can appreciate the effort that goes into making polished applications. Plus, our friendly local rocket scientist probably wouldn't appreciate piracy of other's work (unless it was from Sony of course).

Can you feel the love?

My wife, in the bathroom this morning:

"I'm holding a hot [hair styling] iron, and I don't want to have to accidentally burn you with it."

I love you too baby!

New (old) photos

I finally uploaded some of my old photos (mostly from 9 years ago!).

I've sunk a bunch of money into photo gear over the years, but it's sad that some of the best stuff I've shot was taken almost a decade ago, using a little manual Fuji SLR and just a 50mm lens. I'm definitely not trying hard enough any more. Clicky clicky, gentle reader. One of my new year's resolutions is to invest more time in reviving all of my hibernating hobbies - cycling, kayaking, hiking, and of course, photography.


Telenav - My review

The wife and I recently returned from yet another Ohio (and Kentucky) road trip, ensconced along with our dogs in the fresh "Leatherette" of Betsy's new ride.

The path to Betsy's mom's house is well worn, and almost entirely on interstates. The path to her grandmother's in Lebanon (that's pronounced LEB-nun for those not familiar) is decidedly less so, especially from the shores of the Little Hocking river, to which we detoured on Christmas afternoon to visit Betsy's dad and stepmom.

Rather than trust my constant companion Google, or try to decipher Glenn's instructions (which sometimes don't include route numbers), I put the fate of my bride and our carsick, incontinent pomeranians in the hands of my oft-loathed Blackberry and TeleNav's navigation service.


Jerkass pomeranian

I've commented a bit on this site about our younger dog's intelligence (or lack thereof). Now I think I'm being played by the little overstuffed rat.

Lately, we've been letting her and the other critter run outside in the courtyard behind our house largely unattended, to do their business.

When Sephie (aka the Smart One) is through with her outdoor adventure, she trots up to the back door and looks at it pathetically until we let her back in.


$45 wasted

For the last several years, I've dragged Betsy out to the Hilton Head Concours d'Elegance, which I now know is french for "crappy-ass car show". In past years, there's been some interesting hardware, like racing McLaren F1's, BMW M3 racecars, etc. At $20 a person, it's always been a slight ripoff, but this year took the cake.

This year, we saw more interesting vehicles outside the gates than inside. A shiny black Ford GT followed us in, and we passed a new Aston Martin AMV8 and other cool cars walking in.


Blood, spurting from my fingernails

It's every bit as fun as it sounds. First this weekend, when I was using my nails to pry infernal little clips on the back of a picture frame (36 of the little bastards), I managed to jam one at high speed under nail of my pinky. Squirting blood. Ouch.

Apply a band-aid, back to work. Get 75% done installing pictures. Jam another metal clip under my thumbnail. No blood this time, more of a bruise; but strangely, it hurts more.

Two days later - don't know how, but I manage to bend my other thumbnail back about 1/8 inch, ripping the skin apart underneith. More blood. Can I not do anything without injuring myself in some stupid manner?



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