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That moment when you’ve managed to crawl so far back up the rabbit hole of interrupts that you forgot what you were working on before the interruption just satisfied. I cannot remember if there is another question I’m supposed to be answering or task to complete or if I can go back to doing code reviews and then go back to what I said I’d be working on today.
Lesson learned: stop working LIFO and have a process that dumps input into a properly prioritized and annotated queue.
Unbridled optimism or hopelessly naive? You make the call:
In a story relating how a team gave up seven goals in the third in a game they had been leading 3 – 0, on their way to their twelfth loss in fourteen games, be sure to mention how they’re still four points out from the last wildcard spot.
Buddy, this team may not earn four more points this season. I think talk of making the playoffs is a bit of a reach.
Judging by the burning, throbbing pain where I broke my leg twenty-some odd years ago, we’re about to experience a storm of biblical proportions.
The National Weather Service begs to differ.
You can call me Ray or you can call me Ray Jay…
Where the mind goes when it’s supposed to be working…
For once the NHL trade deadline is more entertaining than MLB’s. Watching the Canucks as sellers is kind of difficult though. Especially if Kesler goes (as is anticipated).
It’s always fun to read Jenkins agent logs in the voice of Dobby. For example:
Feb 28, 2014 9:52:50 AM hudson.remoting.Engine waitForServerToBack
INFO: Master isn't ready to talk to us. Will retry again: response code=503
The thought I was thinking sometime after 03:00 this morning but was too zoned to put together the skills required to post this online:
I would be able to sleep if I could just clear this ticklish lump from my throat. Judging by the difficulty of this task and the general location of the ticklishness this lump may be, in fact, my larynx.
This wouldn’t be necessary if you weirdos would stop fondling the trash cans in public restrooms.
When tailing a log file the appropriate verb to use when talking about the application writing to the log is ‘poop’. As in: I was tailing the log while trying to authenticate and with every request I could see it poop out an error message.
Bob Casale died yesterday and I was too wrapped up in my own affairs to notice. Doubly sad.
