Comment Re:It's not really homeopathic (Score 4, Insightful) 452
Homeopathy is the molecular analog to astrology.
Submission + - Daylight Saving Time
lilbudda writes: "Given the new Daylight Saving time in the US, how are you preparing your servers and users for the change?"
Journal Journal: Performant. Unless you speak French, it ain't a word.
There's a guy affiliated with a Certain Big Software Producer.
The CBSP calls these people "Regional Directors". The first time I encountered said person at a small (<50) conference of industry movers and shakers*, he kept using the word "Performant" in relation to whatever-the-hell he was espousing.
Anyway, let's try some etymology:
Perform -> verb. "To do something"
Performance -> noun. "Something done"
Performant -> adj. "Does Something"
The CBSP calls these people "Regional Directors". The first time I encountered said person at a small (<50) conference of industry movers and shakers*, he kept using the word "Performant" in relation to whatever-the-hell he was espousing.
Anyway, let's try some etymology:
Perform -> verb. "To do something"
Performance -> noun. "Something done"
Performant -> adj. "Does Something"
Journal Journal: Hammond Acquisition Syndrome
OK, I admit it. I have developed HAS. A yearning -- nay -- a desire to collect more and more of these paragons of pre-semiconductor technology.
Hammond Organs. The B3. The A100. The M3. And Leslies. Yeah, lotsa Leslies. Whirly amusement park thrill rides. Gimme more.
Hammond Organs. The B3. The A100. The M3. And Leslies. Yeah, lotsa Leslies. Whirly amusement park thrill rides. Gimme more.
Journal Journal: Pray for me
Heading downtown in a few minutes for the LA Auto Show.
With two eleven-year-old boys.
And a thirteen-year-old girl who "kinda wants to go...maybe."
But who will pout if she doesn't.
And who will keep the rest of us waiting while she gets ready.
With two eleven-year-old boys.
And a thirteen-year-old girl who "kinda wants to go...maybe."
But who will pout if she doesn't.
And who will keep the rest of us waiting while she gets ready.
Comment Re:My Eyes! (Score 1) 815
I just realized it's a 24-7-365 Xmas tree in here.
Cable modem.
Router.
APS UPS with both red and green because the battery needs replacing.
Mice. No, wait, that one went out. OK, it's back.
Scanner.
Printers of various ilk.
Great word, ilk.
Fax. Several on there.
Camcorder charger. When I started the post, there were two, now the battery's charged. So I'll pull it off, shoot some video, and come back. OK, now two are lit.
Multi-line phone that is never set to answer whatever line is currently ringing.
And one more on a little Space Shuttle pin, but that's probably cheating since I just turned it on to make one more.
And that one on the thing I got from my Aunt that I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to get rid of it.
Cable modem.
Router.
APS UPS with both red and green because the battery needs replacing.
Mice. No, wait, that one went out. OK, it's back.
Scanner.
Printers of various ilk.
Great word, ilk.
Fax. Several on there.
Camcorder charger. When I started the post, there were two, now the battery's charged. So I'll pull it off, shoot some video, and come back. OK, now two are lit.
Multi-line phone that is never set to answer whatever line is currently ringing.
And one more on a little Space Shuttle pin, but that's probably cheating since I just turned it on to make one more.
And that one on the thing I got from my Aunt that I don't know what it is, but I can't seem to get rid of it.
Journal Journal: Mod points. Mod points. The power is whelming.
Spelling counts.
Punctuation counts.
Nothing counts more than intelligence. According to me. Final arbiter. No appeals.
Never acknowledge an AC; not even when it's me.
Too much time on my hands, you say?
Lackey to the Imperium, you say?
Covered with lint and waiting for the Apocalypse, you are less likely to say?
Punctuation counts.
Nothing counts more than intelligence. According to me. Final arbiter. No appeals.
Never acknowledge an AC; not even when it's me.
Too much time on my hands, you say?
Lackey to the Imperium, you say?
Covered with lint and waiting for the Apocalypse, you are less likely to say?
Journal Journal: ...or maybe it should be "Mare Incognita"
Just to get the metaphors all lined up nice and neat...
Journal Journal: Beyond here, there be monsters...
OK, so we've entered Terra Incognita.
No more hugging the coast or plying the inland waterways.
It's time to spread the spinnaker, trim the top'sls, batten the hatches, and shiver the timbers.
And batten the hatches.
Again.
Don't want a buncha unbattened hatches laying around causing trouble.
Nosiree, me.
No more hugging the coast or plying the inland waterways.
It's time to spread the spinnaker, trim the top'sls, batten the hatches, and shiver the timbers.
And batten the hatches.
Again.
Don't want a buncha unbattened hatches laying around causing trouble.
Nosiree, me.
