There's a reason why I've spent the last few days with a murderous glare in my eye and thoughts of getting all Voldemort on a few Open Source programmers (and the rest of the software industry for good measure while I'm at it). I've tried and tried to get a piece of software at work functioning, and it's absolutely fucking ridiculous. I'll pretty much leave it at that and defer to a guy who has already adequately described the general source of my ire.



I guess I should also try to find the humor in the situation (from )

"We believe that good documentaiton is probably the single most important thing for a successful project..."

"Getting a Wegman's calzone will be an enormous mistake" my better judgement told me. Two hours later my stomach is doing cartwheels.

Hopefully my body will chill out by tomorrow. I really want to see the Queen City Roller Girls/Harlots match in Hamilton. Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me right befure stuff that I really want to do?

(This started out as a comment to (e:jenks) comment on (e:paul) 's journal, but I think it's gotten too long for a comment. )

I'll be getting an iPhone from work, hopefully, that we'll try to use with the ERP system we're developing.

We're kinda bummed that we can't take the OS X code that we're using in our database client and reuse it to make a stripped-down version that runs on the iPhone. And I'm personally bummed that there's not going to be, at least for a while, an iPhone Cocoa API that would vastly increase the potential job opportunies for myself (and (e:zobar) as well). So much for my fantasies of buying a house on Richmond with plenty of insulation, no dust, and central air.

Yes, it sucks, but then again, Cingular has been very good about respecting users' ability to use bluetooth and the users own file's however they see fit. Someone like T-Mobile or Verizon or Sprint deciding that I can't put a public-domain midi file on my phone as a ringtone and charging me $$$ to have to use their ringtone from their network, which I'll have to keep paying for over and over again when my subscription to ringtone runs out, pisses me off vastly more than the iPhone apps issue.

I've heard that one of the reasons why Apple went with Cingular (aka AT&T) only is that they were given a wide amount of latitude in what they are allowed to do. If Verizon or T-mobile had iPhones, they would probably put in enough restrictions that sucked even more than Apple's.

Got my package. But I have to reformat for leopard, so any work I save is meaningless until then. (e:paul), check these guys out.

Tues: I ordered something. Something that will help a lot with work. Paul probably can guess what it is, but I'm not going to advertise that I've got one in my house.

Wed: Took (e:inscrutabale) to Baccus dinner & movie for her b-day. They were showing the Big Lebowski. After years hearing all sorts of nerdy folks make references to that movie, I can now be in on the joke, Dude. It's cool watching a movie in that kind of environment, although a city environment doesn't make it always the easiest to hear, especially with zillions of bikers roaring around downtown. I don't think all that wine made things any easier to follow, either.

Thu: (Tonight).

Had a decent walk to SPoT with (e:inscrutable). She ordered what could very well be the most tastiest thing I've had there, which tasted like rose petals and perfume. Which is really weird because you'd never expect such things to be tasty. On the way, some guy driving by saw me and (e:inscrutable) holding hands on the walk back to my apartment and yelled "faggot" at me. It took me as few seconds to realize that he was mistaking (e:inscrutable) for a guy (a girl with short hair wearing a hat looks like a guy with long hair wearing a hat, I guess). It was a little shocking at first, but we soon laughed it off.

Finally, I was surprised to find out that (e:inscrutable) successfully baked the gargoyle I made on Tues. It turned out pretty well considering I was just messing around with the leftover clay from her class and wasn't attempting to make any kind of masterpiece.