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azurelunatic) wrote2014-02-06 01:55 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-02-06 01:55 am
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(it's still a spider drink)
Called BFF. His battery situation continues, much to his annoyance. I fear the day when he feels he has to purchase a smartphone. I predict yelling.
Sleep was kinda spotty. Ugh. I'd wanted to hit work early but between the one thing and the other, later sleep won.
I was debating what my tag for horrifying email-related shenanigans would be (zarhooie, Darkside agrees with you, more or less, because the only reference he could find for "shenaniganry" was UrbanDictionary, and it's his considered opinion that a citation in UrbanDictionary is a point against it being a Real Word) and was first thinking that it could be "exchange you to the circus", but that made very little sense, not even the surreal sense that "$PRODUCT is a verb" does -- but then realized that I had the wrong end of the stick. So now any and all shenanigans are "Outlook not so good".
Outlook is heavy on double-key presses, which makes it less good for someone who likes the keyboard. Search feels like it's missing chunks; I want it to do in folder but not categorized with $CATEGORY, but I think I have yet to manage that syntax. (Either that or it can't, but that would make me sad.) I use a lot of categories and I have a lot of folders. This makes my use case complicated, terrifying, and edge.
There's nothing like a good, old-fashioned romp through brute-force data-mangling in the absence of better tools to make one appreciate life. That was my afternoon with the database. Just before all that started, the noise-canceling headphones that make this sort of thing possible decided to break, in a really dumb way: the supports connecting the ear cup to the headband are made out of thin and apparently weak plastic that shatters if you look at it crosswise. Of course the three month default return limit was up on like Thursday. So I took one of my already-bent paper clips, two twist-ties, and a few strips of that really terrifyingly pink duct tape and engineered myself a reinforcement. The duct tape is proving to be more useful than its gag-gift origins ever dreamed of.
Right in the middle of the madcap data-mangling romp, I ran into a delightful little issue. Turns out that when you have a page in the database displaying all two person records which belong to that employer, the records are put into a viewing frame. And in that frame, it shows nearly the whole record. Now, the record contains a "notes" field, which, since it holds rich text (my old friend), does not appear to have a practical limit on content size, and may in fact be a BLOB.
In the situation where you have two people records associated with one company record, and the alphabetically first person record has 28 lines or more, in the default pagination limit of 15, the second record is pushed down out of the viewing frame (unsure whether it's actually a frame or some other structure, but it's a visual frame). Is there a scrollbar? Fuck no, there's no scrollbar, why would you need a scrollbar, it's not like you'll have more than 1 line of notes ... right?
So in the middle of my speed run through the delightfully pdf-based list of people for a specific purpose, I put on the brakes and trudged off to good ol' bugzilla, therein to report the latest and greatest, because I've actually met me, and reporting it up front is the way to make sure that it gets reported and I don't get too mad about it.
All told, the speed run took about two hours, but I was vaguely triumphant and Researcher Carmageddon is deeply pleased with me and my ability to do things that he knows are annoying, tedious, and physically painful.
So after that, I had dessert in the form of a pair of wireless intercom units, which I set up in the lab. Pro tip: if you are going to be having things that have a 10-second pairing window, do the pairing in the same room. Elsewise you get a situation where you start one going, you run as fast as you can out the door down the hall and nearly plow with all of your very substantial momentum into a skinny dude who is not expecting to see someone with at least three times his mass going at least three times his speed on a collision course, not at that hour. (We mutually dodged in separate directions.) After a few attempts, I sensibly gave up and did them side by side; ordinarily I'd have done this with a partner in crime, but all the usual suspects were otherwise engaged. I got them set up for the basic correct noise situation; I will have to test later with someone, preferably a researcher who has enough working feet to get to the labs. (I've said "basket of fuckweasels" in front of Purple enough times to get him pondering about what high-end sex toy could be called a "fuckweasel", such that having a whole basket of them would be unimaginable good luck, or else just another day at Divine Oscillations.)
The answer to my iPod dilemma with the headset connecting but just refusing to show up as a choice for audio output to the music turned out to be removing it as a device and pairing it again. Having both the iPod and the phone talking to the same headset is turning out to be a great idea, since the headset automatically pauses the "music" (podcasts) when it notices an incoming call, and then -- if I haven't done anything funny to the iPod -- unpauses it at the end of the call. This means that I can viably listen to podcasts instead of radio and chat with Nora or Drew or Kat or somebody when driving, without doing the "great, how do I turn it OFF" thing when someone calls. (Or if I voice dial and place a call.)
It was starting to spatter rain when I went over to the labs; it had been going for some time when I left. It's still plonking down steadily out there. This makes me happy. We need it, I like the sound, I like the humidity, I like the flat grey light, I appreciate the cool.
sithjawa had occasion to find out that iPhone likes to autocorrect "condom" in the direction of "condominium" (context: health classes we have known). My response involved the phrase "safe as houses".
Sleep was kinda spotty. Ugh. I'd wanted to hit work early but between the one thing and the other, later sleep won.
I was debating what my tag for horrifying email-related shenanigans would be (
zarhooie, Darkside agrees with you, more or less, because the only reference he could find for "shenaniganry" was UrbanDictionary, and it's his considered opinion that a citation in UrbanDictionary is a point against it being a Real Word) and was first thinking that it could be "exchange you to the circus", but that made very little sense, not even the surreal sense that "$PRODUCT is a verb" does -- but then realized that I had the wrong end of the stick. So now any and all shenanigans are "Outlook not so good". Outlook is heavy on double-key presses, which makes it less good for someone who likes the keyboard. Search feels like it's missing chunks; I want it to do in folder but not categorized with $CATEGORY, but I think I have yet to manage that syntax. (Either that or it can't, but that would make me sad.) I use a lot of categories and I have a lot of folders. This makes my use case complicated, terrifying, and edge.
There's nothing like a good, old-fashioned romp through brute-force data-mangling in the absence of better tools to make one appreciate life. That was my afternoon with the database. Just before all that started, the noise-canceling headphones that make this sort of thing possible decided to break, in a really dumb way: the supports connecting the ear cup to the headband are made out of thin and apparently weak plastic that shatters if you look at it crosswise. Of course the three month default return limit was up on like Thursday. So I took one of my already-bent paper clips, two twist-ties, and a few strips of that really terrifyingly pink duct tape and engineered myself a reinforcement. The duct tape is proving to be more useful than its gag-gift origins ever dreamed of.
Right in the middle of the madcap data-mangling romp, I ran into a delightful little issue. Turns out that when you have a page in the database displaying all two person records which belong to that employer, the records are put into a viewing frame. And in that frame, it shows nearly the whole record. Now, the record contains a "notes" field, which, since it holds rich text (my old friend), does not appear to have a practical limit on content size, and may in fact be a BLOB.
In the situation where you have two people records associated with one company record, and the alphabetically first person record has 28 lines or more, in the default pagination limit of 15, the second record is pushed down out of the viewing frame (unsure whether it's actually a frame or some other structure, but it's a visual frame). Is there a scrollbar? Fuck no, there's no scrollbar, why would you need a scrollbar, it's not like you'll have more than 1 line of notes ... right?
So in the middle of my speed run through the delightfully pdf-based list of people for a specific purpose, I put on the brakes and trudged off to good ol' bugzilla, therein to report the latest and greatest, because I've actually met me, and reporting it up front is the way to make sure that it gets reported and I don't get too mad about it.
All told, the speed run took about two hours, but I was vaguely triumphant and Researcher Carmageddon is deeply pleased with me and my ability to do things that he knows are annoying, tedious, and physically painful.
So after that, I had dessert in the form of a pair of wireless intercom units, which I set up in the lab. Pro tip: if you are going to be having things that have a 10-second pairing window, do the pairing in the same room. Elsewise you get a situation where you start one going, you run as fast as you can out the door down the hall and nearly plow with all of your very substantial momentum into a skinny dude who is not expecting to see someone with at least three times his mass going at least three times his speed on a collision course, not at that hour. (We mutually dodged in separate directions.) After a few attempts, I sensibly gave up and did them side by side; ordinarily I'd have done this with a partner in crime, but all the usual suspects were otherwise engaged. I got them set up for the basic correct noise situation; I will have to test later with someone, preferably a researcher who has enough working feet to get to the labs. (I've said "basket of fuckweasels" in front of Purple enough times to get him pondering about what high-end sex toy could be called a "fuckweasel", such that having a whole basket of them would be unimaginable good luck, or else just another day at Divine Oscillations.)
The answer to my iPod dilemma with the headset connecting but just refusing to show up as a choice for audio output to the music turned out to be removing it as a device and pairing it again. Having both the iPod and the phone talking to the same headset is turning out to be a great idea, since the headset automatically pauses the "music" (podcasts) when it notices an incoming call, and then -- if I haven't done anything funny to the iPod -- unpauses it at the end of the call. This means that I can viably listen to podcasts instead of radio and chat with Nora or Drew or Kat or somebody when driving, without doing the "great, how do I turn it OFF" thing when someone calls. (Or if I voice dial and place a call.)
It was starting to spatter rain when I went over to the labs; it had been going for some time when I left. It's still plonking down steadily out there. This makes me happy. We need it, I like the sound, I like the humidity, I like the flat grey light, I appreciate the cool.
sithjawa had occasion to find out that iPhone likes to autocorrect "condom" in the direction of "condominium" (context: health classes we have known). My response involved the phrase "safe as houses".