There's a scene from Nickelodeon's Salute Your Shorts I remember where Donkeylips and Spud were assigned to trash pickup duty and Donkeylips wasn't going to make weight to go to a wrestling tournament or something, and it all boiled down to him probably not getting to go eat some delicious lobster. I don't know why I remember this so vividly, but I guess it has always stuck in the back of my mind. In that scene, the trash bag rips open and all the trash they had collected starts blowing all o

I knocked out a little bit of homework today. I've been doing my assignments in LaTeX (specifically ShareLaTeX), which is yet another skill I can kind of get for free while doing things I need to do. My handwriting is atrocious anyway, so I might as well. Plus, I'm in grad school. I should act like it. I'm going at a rate of about 2-3 hours per problem. It's rough. But I'm making progress.

"Oh, you mean a journal?"
"Yeah, whatever. I guess I'm not all smart like you."
Really though, I'm kinda dumb. Yesterday I rolled my foot while out running. There was car trying to turn right. I was on his passenger side trying to cross the street and would have been directly in his path. And since I could see that he was looking left and had no situational awareness, was going to run me over, so I put the brakes on, only to have my foot find the edge of a sidewalk. I didn't go down, bu

One of my friends called me at work the other day and said, "So you know when you get a virus and you get this blue screen and it just says to call this number..." I was like, "No. No, that is never a thing."

*sigh*

Last night I came in to work to help with an oracle table space migration. The benefit being that we would get ~100 GB freed up. The DBA said it would be about a 20 minute outage while he rebuilt the indexes. Well, 20 minutes turned into 2 hours, because he neglected to think of the load on the production database. So I ended up having to shut down one of our heavier hitting apps and that fixed the problem. Still, I'm sleepy because instead of coming in, doing nothing, sending out an email, a

As I mentioned before, I'm working on a RMM Level 3 RESTful service for our partners to use for B2B transactions. It is made up of resources and actions on those resources. But that's for the future. Right now, I'm stuck dealing with the less than stellar "Company R" as I will call them. They're primarily an EDI shop, like most of the partners I deal with. But they've been instructed to use web services. To them, that means "EDI over the Web."

In the last 5 years, I've become something of an expert at managing my personal finances. Not that my finances are in great shape - it is what it is - but at least I'm good at working with what I have.

I've done this with a combination of technology and an incessant desire to know everything about my past, present, and future, especially financially.

Many moons ago (circa 2006), when I was a young lass studying Computer Science, I had a teacher that really stood out. He swore freely in class, wasn't afraid to call a kid stupid for asking stupid questions or not being able to read code, and regaled us with probably one too many fantastic stories about how he played football for the Chiefs. And while he could be an asshole at times, I probably learned more from him than just about any other throughout my college years.

I'm starting to finally warm up to this whole Hypermedia thing. It's really not so terribly difficult to understand.

I actually figured it out on my way to the Slayer / King Diamond show. It was a bit of a walk for me, so I use that time to think through my projects without being at my desk. Helps get me outside the problem and see the forest for the trees.