Time for me to learn scripting.

Before I get into anything complicated, though, I think I'd be a lot more comfortable copying crap off disks from the command line rather than the newfangled mouse-way. Eh?

Xcopy

http://www.ericphelps.com/scripting/index.htm

...Something tells me I'm going to mung things up somewhat badly in my learning process, and something also tells me that I'd be ever-so-slightly crucified for using an Untested Application Dammit on the network. Especially if it munged things up. (Erm. I think Naomi just came out, because I don't say "mung".)

Granted we could keep it off the network and just play around on the local drives, which is probably safest. Um. Heh.

Leave a geek with a repetitive task for five mind-numbing hours, and the geek will be falling all over herself to make the machine do it for her so all's she has to do is type the stuff on the label in, feed it the disk, read a book, then eject, and repeat.

Except it doesn't do to be reading a book where Management can see you. And I was working In The Back on this, with the computers that have swappable floppy drives, in a cubicle under Management's nose. I was working in the Sampling cubicle! Next to Comic Pirate Super! At K-Bone's computer! (It's a big cubicle, with three corners, and a computer in each corner. Nice and spacious, but also cozy and homey because K-Bone has a bazillion pictures of the kidlets.)


Now. I think that I'll be going back to our book, because if she stays up with this, we'll be up all night.

Poor Little End-User

It's weird. I was at work yesterday waiting for the IT guy to get off K-Bone's machine (updating crap) and I immediately got a dose of the Poor Little End-User attitude. It wasn't overt to the point of offense, but it was an invisible attitude in the air that must be how any form of prejudice feels to the target. This must have been better than the standards, because it was merely "...but you wouldn't know anything about that; you're Not Geek." Nothing hateful, nothing poisonous, just something insufferably smug and superior.

So I immediately have to define my technical space in the social aether by bringing up my formal tech training. And the air cleared. The guy's attitude, fortunately, wasn't linked to gender.

I must watch that in myself, to not visibly carry that with me. I hope I don't, especially with people like the Trader Joe's Queen Monitor. Technical competence is something that I just take for granted in those around me. I mentioned that a year ago. Either the people around me are technically competent already, or I train them to a point where I can stand to be around them, or I'm just not around them.

Fic Search: "Orobourous", HP

amberfox recommended "Orobourous" to me a while ago, an HP satire/crackfic. I have no idea who the author is, but the fic includes passages such as "If you feel strongly, I suppose we could also consider adoption, but it would be nearly impossible for you to pursue any of your long term goals with a child in tow. You are, after all, seventeen. And using it as a romantic plot device is rather sickening, frankly, Miss Granger. A child is not a nifty handbag, nor is it a kind of glue used to cement couples together."

When Flying Spaghetti Monster meets note_to_cat...

Wherein I create some FSM lore.

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Forgot sunscreen. Remembered hat. It is surely not so long ago that no one remembers why that is funny. 1998 was 8 years ago.

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Purple pasta using crowberry juice. I feel very energetic. I think my creativity got rebooted.