Month: December 2004

Had brunch with eniran this morning, before going to the salon des metiers d'arts to pick up a few somethin' somthins for Katy's mom and a few other people. Nummy eggspectation food, and my relationship with Sara is now at the next level, as she gave me some of her bacon *gasp!*.

After the metiers d'arts, we headed to the plateau to go to a little showing (and no, Katy, I'm not telling you more about it, so don't ask) to see if another somethin' somethin' was ready, but it's not, so poo. It'll be ready by next weekend.

In the car, we were listening to the cheesiest xmas songs ever. Like an R&B remix of little drummer boy, 80s A-Ha like electro pop songs, and the every popular Feliz Navidad :D The DJ was also funny as hell, cause he kept talking about a big sale at the village du cuir, but with his accent, it came out as village du queer. So good :)

So now I'm back home, and i'm going to jump into cleaning the house, cause it's a mess! Fun, fun, fun.

If there is at least one person in your life whom you consider a close friend, and whom you would not have met without the internet, post this sentence in your journal.

There's Katy, and Sara, and Robin, and Tia, fer sure… Then there's a gajillion of other people too, but my brain isn't awake enough to list them.

Weebl & Bob hentai!

http://www.weebl.jolt.co.uk/hentai.htm

Went to see a doctor this morning, because I'd been feeling less than stellar these past few weeks.

Good news: since I've been complaining about weird chest pains for the last 2 years, but previous tests were clear and there's no history of trouble in my family, if something bad were to happen, it'd have happened by now. At my age, it's almost certainly due to anxiety than angina, so that's one thing I don't need to worry about.

The insane gas I have is also a sign it's anxiety, as it is an aggravating factor for tummy troubles. I'm also having blood work done to see if I might have picked up a bit of H.Pilory. The doc also prescribed something that should stop me from burping like Barney for hours on end (I'm damn sexay when that starts up, I tells ya).

Bad news: my “good” cholesterol is way low, which means that I'm basically a couch potato and I need to get more exercise. Blergh. We all know how much of an exercise nut I am. Poo, I say!

I found a piece of chopped onion in my coffee this morning. I feel this will set the tone of this day.

That's it, no more programming for me for the next 24 hours. My mind is zonked out from the stuff I'm currently fighting with for Shibl. It's working, but some things are just really, really frustrating – like any sort of internal consistency in the Office XP object model…. gah.

For you icon moochers out there:

I just came back from spending the evening trying to fix a computer. Not even my own, if you can believe it. Katy reminded me this morning that I'd promised to help Khaled's mom & brother fix their internet connection that's been acting wonky for the last few weeks. I'd completely forgotten. To make a long story short, everything works fine when the modem is plugged into my laptop, but nothing works when its plugged into their computer. Best guess is that the NIC is fucked up. Spending 15 minutes on hold with D-Link tech support didn't do anything good for my morale. There's nothing more I can do at this point except to tell him to buy a dirt-cheap network card to see if it's that d-link one or his board. Meh. I just remembered how much I don't care to debug hardware woes anymore.

On a higher note, after a few false starts, Katy got the flannel jammies and silky undies I'd sent her :) YAY I'm going to be seeing my kitten in 18 days now, woot! If anybody has a special request of something to be brought back from the UK, you have that many days to let me know.

I've been working on the installer for the project for shibl for roughly 10 hours this weekend. Microsoft has some of the most convolutedly twisted logic out there… Figuring out how to create a link in %USERPROFILE%\SendTo that would be recognized as a working shell extension was an exercise in pain and frustration. I can't use the mechanisms provided by visual studio, that would be too easy.

I just spent the last 4 hours devising a way that the application that is being installed can determine WHERE it is being installed and create its own shortcut. This is not easy, as it involves delving deep into the guts of the windows shell API, as well as having to deal with the clunky installer protocols. Anyway, it's done, I got it to work, Visual Studio is my bitch. *does the tired happy dance*

Went to the salon with Nat today. I called her up round 11am to see what she was doing. She sounded like she was in need of a bit of a distraction, so I convinced her to meet me for breakfast and then a little trip to the exhibit hall.

Turned out to be a fun way to spend the afternoon. I have some really cool pictures of the show. I brought my camera so I could take pictures for Katy, cause I wanted to get something for her mom there and wanted some feedback to see if she'd like it or not. I'm glad I brought it, cause there were some really cool booth. My favourite was one straight out of Nightmare Before Xmas. Imagine furniture all warped and bendy a la Tim Burton, handmade with brushed aluminum accents. Kick ass. I also got some really nice pictures of Nat with huuuuuuuuuuuuuuge puppets. It's amazing the things that will happen when you have a bit of cloth wrapped around your hand. People suddenly go nuts :)

Most people didn't mind me taking pictures, some were quite happy about it. One or two people however lost their friggin mind. One was in a stand where I was seriously considering buying something. The guy was impolite and rude, so I didn't buy the thing I wanted to buy. Screw you buddy. The other one was this neurotic lady. I was taking a picture of something in the kiosk next to hers, with the vendor's blessing, when she told me I couldn't take a picture of her stuff as I was walking by her kiosk. I mean, wtf? My camera is around my neck, and I'm not even looking at the crap you're peddling. Mind your own business woman.

Anyway, rant over. I'm going to post some of the pictures later on tomorrow cause I find them really cool. Oh, and i think I found Katy's mom's gift. Happy dance.