Saturday, March 31, 2007
OK. Better now. Last night on call was quiet. The kid is coming over here tonight, and we'll work out her time here for spring break. The ex has plunked my magic twanger for this season. Only a few more of these babies left to go.
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Labels: Babe Magnet, Bad Movies
Friday, March 30, 2007
Comfort Food
deployed. Everything goes better with farfel. Not many places you can find it anymore, out here in the hinterlands. I think the roaming packs of hinter are destroying this year's crop.
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Cranky
Very rough night last night. No word from my daughter or the ex. Much like politics, I don't blog much about Domestic Relations court, or the usefullness of parenting agreements. One can go to some of the links on the right for that. Don't have to time to fully catalog that dung pile. Quite a bit of it is buried in the archives. Suffice it to say getting the court to enforce time with your kid is worthless. One of the saddest cases in point, Acidman.
While all this has been going on we had a pretty big problem last night while on call. That was pretty much an all nighter. But Cappy saves the day again. Of course, lotsa political fallout the next day.
Tired now. Will probably seek comfort food for dinner.
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While all this has been going on we had a pretty big problem last night while on call. That was pretty much an all nighter. But Cappy saves the day again. Of course, lotsa political fallout the next day.
Tired now. Will probably seek comfort food for dinner.
Labels: Psychotic Ex, techwhining
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Very Tiresome
The postings about the ex keeping the kid away from me are tiresome. But the floggings will continue until morale improves. Complete blockade about splitting the kid's spring break. Haven't heard from the ex about this at all. This is nothing new. But it is very irritating. Now that she doesn't have a big audience at the private school she has to do something to get attention.
On call continues, pretty good so far this week. The weekends are usually busier. I hope not.
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On call continues, pretty good so far this week. The weekends are usually busier. I hope not.
Labels: Babe Magnet, Psychotic Ex, techwhining
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Don't Just Do Something...
Sunday night the ex left a very angry message on voice mail that I was refusing to talk to her friends when they called my house. Awwww. I been a bad boy. Judge Asswipe will have to spank. Or perhaps not. I usually get pretty worked up about outbursts like this but after a few days have decided the best thing to do is continue to ignore 'em. They had their fun in the past, when they controlled and stymied access to school records but now they can take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.
Mmmmm... doughnuts.
I'm glad to be rid of them and don't have any business with them. The fact that they complain to her proves it's working.
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Mmmmm... doughnuts.
I'm glad to be rid of them and don't have any business with them. The fact that they complain to her proves it's working.
Labels: Psychotic Ex
Monday, March 26, 2007
Got together with the kid for dinner last night. She told me all about Academic Challenge. It sounds like it was a lot of fun. When I got home the ex had left another dire threat message on the answering machine. Seems like her shitbag friends don't like it that I won't talk to 'em. Too bad. The divorce's separation agreement, not the nice parenting agreement has a noninterference clause. I'm gonna use it. Also, brand new King of the Hill last night.
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Labels: Baggage, King of the Hill
Sunday, March 25, 2007
On-call starts tomorrow AM, over most of these stations. Weekend was OK. The new girl spent the day up here. Shopping again. Identified a sofa. Sofa, so good.
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Labels: Babe Magnet, techwhining
Friday, March 23, 2007
I did talk to my daughter last night, and she seems OK. And now, the weekend. Beer night followed by more hot action with mundane chores all weekend long. Spring is settling into it's normal gray. Squirrels are digging up their nuts and the wombats are chirping in the trees. Wombats? I'd better tone down the specific gravity on that homebrew. Not much kumbiyah lately. On call for real next week.
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Labels: Beer, Kumbiyah, Psychotic Ex
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Presto, Chango,
Disappearo. Haven't seen my daughter for nearly two weeks. No calls or e-mails returned either. The grades are holding up well, but I'd like to hear from her. This isn't necessarily a huge crisis but when the last I heard was "I want to move way the heck away" it's creepy. Also, per the attorney I interviewed, if she does move and mommy goes to the hospital way over there, the kid will "have to get by as best she can". Isn't that sweet? What about all that bluestate "fer the chirdlen" bullsine? I guess for those that built this system (and they know who they are), that means "anything on the street is better than a safe and loving home. It's, you know, how I feel just now". Not cool
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Labels: Baggage, Kumbiyah, Psychotic Ex
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Still not smarter.
Nope. Not today.
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Labels: techwhining
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
They're not getting any smarter
No, they're not. Project managers continue to click away on Microsoft Project, thereby proving their projectmanagerworthiness. See, that proves it. All those little tick marks on their plans prove it! Like slam-dunking a humongous, unindexed table into production overnight. Behold that table. It indeed has rows and columns. Yes it does. No user access. Don't need it. Any benefit to the company is only secondary to meating those deadlines. Yessirree! It is indeed a sight to behold.
All this makes me look good. A year later, after it's been safely forced into production before it's time, I add an index. Man, do I ever save the company money! Roll the Brinks Truck up to the front door.
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All this makes me look good. A year later, after it's been safely forced into production before it's time, I add an index. Man, do I ever save the company money! Roll the Brinks Truck up to the front door.
Labels: techwhining
Monday, March 19, 2007
Start of week again. Project managers not appreciably smarter. Again. Talked to an attorney with whom I'm familiar and will probably go with him in case festivities start. Good news for Rush, Mike Medved. Arbitron wants me to be part of their test audience for radio ratings. Bad news for NPR.
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Labels: Kumbiyah, Music, Psychotic Ex, techwhining
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Up Early and Sleeping In
A sudden call from the new gal I'm seeing hauled me out of a deep sleep for an early breakfast halfway between here and there. Do I need a new label for whipped? Anyway, not much else going on this weekend so I could enjoy a nice breakfast before hauling ass back home and finishing up sleeping in. Klezmer Conservatory Band playing now, to ease transition to being awake. I have now completed sleeping in. OSU pulls it off in OT, as I'm sure all reading this know.
Time to interview the lawyers on any custody contingency. What a pain in the ass. Mainly, I would need to hold off any decision for a year. That should be doable. But that means I would still have to talk to lawyers.
Furniture shopping next weekend, with my attention span for that stuff literally in the nanoseconds. And football season nowhere in sight.
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Time to interview the lawyers on any custody contingency. What a pain in the ass. Mainly, I would need to hold off any decision for a year. That should be doable. But that means I would still have to talk to lawyers.
Furniture shopping next weekend, with my attention span for that stuff literally in the nanoseconds. And football season nowhere in sight.
Labels: Babe Magnet, Football, Psychotic Ex
Saturday, March 17, 2007
XU just slipped past OSU. C'mon guys, pick up the pace!
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Friday, March 16, 2007
Open Weekend
Yes, it's open weekend season at the CaptainSQL batcave (batcave???). My daughter had the flu all week, and is recuperating at her mom's. So I'll follow up on odds and ends, like draining more home brew and blogging, before cycling back into the great circle of crap next week in the form of backup on-call. Nothing new I see in March Madness. The madness is that it's about 6 months from the NFL pre-season.
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Labels: Beer, Blogging, Football
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Cycling back into on-call next week, after another award winning annual celebration of Cappy's complete Database awsomeness. Indeed, I am the citadel of performance analysis excellence! The kid is supposed to be with me this weekend, but has suffered from the flu all week and may not be in shape to come over. Objects are slowly migrating back to their normal location in my living room. I need to get out more often.
Followup with the remaining female contestant has been good, although schedule differences make it choppy. She works at the looney bin, the one that specializes in the criminally insane. I work with project managers. Same difference. She's offering to come over and help choose a sofa for me in a week. Wonder if that means anything?
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Followup with the remaining female contestant has been good, although schedule differences make it choppy. She works at the looney bin, the one that specializes in the criminally insane. I work with project managers. Same difference. She's offering to come over and help choose a sofa for me in a week. Wonder if that means anything?
Labels: Babe Magnet, Hype, techwhining
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Pretty exciting stuff lately, huh? Back to work for a full day today. It was actually a break from slinking around the house all the time. Paint is dry, and stuff is slowly on the way back to where it was. Next one: tarring the garage roof. I'll get that one myself. And bring along a lot of feathers too for pesky Kumbiyah types.
Reality keeps intruding on the big-deal plans to go to the next great technology. Not committed to it yet. Others say I should be committed.
More work for Dale Gribble in the investigative arena now. Sudden disappearance of large size boxes of spaghetti in a local grocery must be investigated. This could impact our programming staff. Also curious, inability to find supplies of Schmalz Herring too.
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Reality keeps intruding on the big-deal plans to go to the next great technology. Not committed to it yet. Others say I should be committed.
More work for Dale Gribble in the investigative arena now. Sudden disappearance of large size boxes of spaghetti in a local grocery must be investigated. This could impact our programming staff. Also curious, inability to find supplies of Schmalz Herring too.
Labels: Blogging, full screen editors are for losers, Hype, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, single line editors are for men, techwhining
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Hot Damn!
Here it is, for your viewing pleasure! Now you, too can enjoy the thrill of paint drying, in Your very own home!
Labels: Blogging
Sliding into Midweek
Cappy here again. Already. More painting wrapup. This is a good time for it. It's months until the NFL pre-season, so the place can be a mess. I ought to have the house cleaned up by the time the home team starts to stink the place up and dole out flabby excuses. Comedy Club Saturday Night was great: lotta yuks, very few bucks.
Must attend Jawja blogmeet sometime. Bloggers locally are lame. Media locally are lame. Celebrate criminals, hate achievement. They're proud blue staters, even if the rest of this state has a modicum of common sense. Did run into a clutch of local bloggers last summer at some event in a far deserted part of the city that's home to a marina and a dive bar. So this sounds like a pretty good place, normally a lot of fun. Cappy shows up and it's the usual gang of idiots: The Emergency Committee to Save Various Vermin, Friends of Tofu, The Kumbiyah Club. Way overpriced beer. Damn, I never planned to run into the likes of these since saying goodbye to my kid's Middle School. Escaped from the Peninsula of the Stupid gasping for air, red meat. McDonalds not fast enough or near enough. Speed check out at first supermarket within sight, went face down in package of ground round. Next time I'll remove the wrap before indulging!
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Must attend Jawja blogmeet sometime. Bloggers locally are lame. Media locally are lame. Celebrate criminals, hate achievement. They're proud blue staters, even if the rest of this state has a modicum of common sense. Did run into a clutch of local bloggers last summer at some event in a far deserted part of the city that's home to a marina and a dive bar. So this sounds like a pretty good place, normally a lot of fun. Cappy shows up and it's the usual gang of idiots: The Emergency Committee to Save Various Vermin, Friends of Tofu, The Kumbiyah Club. Way overpriced beer. Damn, I never planned to run into the likes of these since saying goodbye to my kid's Middle School. Escaped from the Peninsula of the Stupid gasping for air, red meat. McDonalds not fast enough or near enough. Speed check out at first supermarket within sight, went face down in package of ground round. Next time I'll remove the wrap before indulging!
Labels: Blogging, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah
Monday, March 12, 2007
The paint is still drying, and the place looks better already. Looking forward to excavating the thick layer of dust that has settled in my dwelling soon. Looks like things are settling in nicely on the babe front. And back. Next, get rid of a lot of my crap-o furniture. No official blather from the ex, or her latest attorney. I'll be auditioning a bunch of those after my next on-call frenzy, which transpires the last week of the month.
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
Watching Paint Dry
I watched paint dry yesterday. More painting on the way for the week. A lot of dead Alpacas on a farm near here. Coincidence? I think not!
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Labels: Babe Magnet, King of the Hill
Friday, March 09, 2007
Yes, this Shih Tzu Again!
The ex showed up today and after picking up my daughter for dinner, my little girl merrily announced, "Daddy, you know when mommy wanted to drag me off to the middle of nowhere even though she couldn't stay out of intensive care for a week, and we all had to see the nice people at Domestic Relations Court, and even though she didn't care enough about me now to let me know where she was for a week, can I run off to the same damn place more than half a continent away? Is it OK?
No, I said.
So it's back to being the mean guy. See deep in the archives here, somewhere for the same BS from last year about this time. Stay tuned to this station for galaxy class complaining about the next, and it had damn well better be the last installation Who wants to feed a divorce lawyer?
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No, I said.
So it's back to being the mean guy. See deep in the archives here, somewhere for the same BS from last year about this time. Stay tuned to this station for galaxy class complaining about the next, and it had damn well better be the last installation Who wants to feed a divorce lawyer?
Labels: Baggage, Psychotic Ex
Move along, nothing to see here
The ex has been located at a gal pal more than halfway across the country, as she burns off the latest suckers in town. Not a word to my kid, of course. Labels: Psychotic Ex
Work continues at home. Soon I can watch paint dry. Fun fun fun! The great mystery drama of 2007 continues too, but my kid is doing well. Work is nice. Knowledge is good.
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Labels: Psychotic Ex
Thursday, March 08, 2007
It Stinks Ad Orcam
Another tip o'the hat to Michelle from NYC, this time for more information about the biggest stinkeroo of all time "This is Not a Test".
The movie preceeds and was not related in any way, shape or form to the later 1960's classic TV show Mission Impossible, starring the luscious Barbra Bain, the then suave Martin Landau, and the first ever Black Geek, Greg Morris. Am I in PC trouble for this? The only impossibility of the movie was it's impossibility of the audience to sit through it. Back in the day, I was a regular viewer of the FriNite Cheapies. And this turkey showed up occasionally. Another great gobbler of the past was Little Shop of Horrors. Then, over time, LSOH moved up in the ratings. Then it went on Broadway. The rest is history.
No more communications from the ex. Whereabouts unknown. Oh drama.
Further communication has identified techgirl as a likely candidate of the pro-beheading section. Looks like the dump 'em lever for her.
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The movie preceeds and was not related in any way, shape or form to the later 1960's classic TV show Mission Impossible, starring the luscious Barbra Bain, the then suave Martin Landau, and the first ever Black Geek, Greg Morris. Am I in PC trouble for this? The only impossibility of the movie was it's impossibility of the audience to sit through it. Back in the day, I was a regular viewer of the FriNite Cheapies. And this turkey showed up occasionally. Another great gobbler of the past was Little Shop of Horrors. Then, over time, LSOH moved up in the ratings. Then it went on Broadway. The rest is history.
No more communications from the ex. Whereabouts unknown. Oh drama.
Further communication has identified techgirl as a likely candidate of the pro-beheading section. Looks like the dump 'em lever for her.
Labels: Babe Magnet, Bad Movies, Baggage
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
And a Tip of the CaptainSQL Hat to...
Michelle, from NYC, for the nice, encouraging comment on the latest drama from the ex. In fact, as my daughter gets older, she is beginning to see a lot of the baloney behind that behavior.
Meanwhile, the cluebat of reality continues to close in. The wallpaper removal is painfully slow. They sure could build 'em in the early 50's. Houses as well as DBAs. I continue to follow the fun at work from my remote location (home) while supervising the removal. Not very King of the Hill like, but I do want this home improvement project to actually finish sometime. And I don't have to put up with Hank Hill's idiot friends screwing up the job and drinking all my beer.
Not too much drama at work. I like it that way.
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Meanwhile, the cluebat of reality continues to close in. The wallpaper removal is painfully slow. They sure could build 'em in the early 50's. Houses as well as DBAs. I continue to follow the fun at work from my remote location (home) while supervising the removal. Not very King of the Hill like, but I do want this home improvement project to actually finish sometime. And I don't have to put up with Hank Hill's idiot friends screwing up the job and drinking all my beer.
Not too much drama at work. I like it that way.
Labels: Baggage, Beer, Bitchslapped, King of the Hill, techwhining
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Bad Movies
Am I the only one on the internet that remembers (and appreciates) the 1960's end-of-the-world baddie "This is Not a Test"? Starring the eminently forgettable Seymon Glass, and possible Pam Austin, later to be the 1966 Dodge Revolution girl? What a stinker. But it may have vibrant new life if Jerico turns more into a soap opera.
Painting at home taking a lot longer to happen. What a surprise. Things bogging down at home. Maybe renting "This is Not a Test" would help, if I could find it.
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Painting at home taking a lot longer to happen. What a surprise. Things bogging down at home. Maybe renting "This is Not a Test" would help, if I could find it.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Return of the Turds
Of course it had to happen. Things were going too well. I didn't even have a blog label for complaining about the ancient post divorce baggage. And then, DRAMA!
Of course, from the ex. But that's not all. This operation she didn't tell my kid she was having one in the first place, making me the bad guy when my daughter found out. I'm losing patience. It ought to be obious to my kid that if I really were the source of all evil in the world, as her mom sez, I'd be driving a much cooler car.
But wait, breathless readers, there's more. Yes more. More morons. Them friends of the ex I complained about deep in the archives of this blog surface when they can't find the ex. More friggin' drama. Where can the woman of mystery be? They must contact me at once.
To review, let's dredge up some of the wretched refuse of this shore:
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Of course, from the ex. But that's not all. This operation she didn't tell my kid she was having one in the first place, making me the bad guy when my daughter found out. I'm losing patience. It ought to be obious to my kid that if I really were the source of all evil in the world, as her mom sez, I'd be driving a much cooler car.
But wait, breathless readers, there's more. Yes more. More morons. Them friends of the ex I complained about deep in the archives of this blog surface when they can't find the ex. More friggin' drama. Where can the woman of mystery be? They must contact me at once.
To review, let's dredge up some of the wretched refuse of this shore:
- Stupid old bag that got my 14 year old daughter a job offer in the most burnt out crack-house infested part of town last summer. No thank you.
- Possibly the biggest wast of oxygen I've ever met. Dumbass bimbo threw out about a quarter million in private school tuition then asks my kid if it was worth it. Paging Carlos Mencia!
I don't want to hear from these assholes. They have no business with me. The kid is doing great no thanks to them. Of course, these birds come with elephanitne arrogance. News flash: If you've wasted a quarter million in tuititon and still don't know if it was better than your local schools, you are not smarter than average. You are dumber than average, and should be locked up for your own protection.
Labels: Baggage
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Paging Dale Gribble...
Following up on a previous comment led to an investigation. Why is there no browser based on vi edit? Was one developed but not released? If so, why wasn't it released? Perhaps it was developed by the makers of other vi products: vi codin and vi oxx. Is this software FDA approved? Why am I getting into this riff?
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Labels: Babe Magnet, Bitchslapped, Blogging, King of the Hill, techwhining
Saturday, March 03, 2007
I Pity the Shul
Well, they blew mom's Yarzeit date again. So there I was, and the services were OK. But they still are only batting 0.500 on correct notification of Yarzeit. This is removing the certainty about death. At least there was a Bat Mitzvah last night. They shelled out for brightly colored green and purple yarmulkes. A lot were left over. I suppose Packers and Vikings fans could bid for them. There were almost no takers on the purple ones. A flock of liberals nested in the same row where I sat. Fortunately, nobody chimed in with comments that made me toss lunch.
Perhaps seating by preference would be a good idea. There could be separate sections for those that prefer to offer themselves up to Muslim terrorists in order to appease, and to feel good about their own awesome liberalness. Then there could be a different section for those of us that prefer not to be beheaded.
Unix still suxx.
It's time to bottle the beer, or at least whatever it's morphed into in the basement. Messy. That probably means I'll have to clean up afterward.
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Perhaps seating by preference would be a good idea. There could be separate sections for those that prefer to offer themselves up to Muslim terrorists in order to appease, and to feel good about their own awesome liberalness. Then there could be a different section for those of us that prefer not to be beheaded.
Unix still suxx.
It's time to bottle the beer, or at least whatever it's morphed into in the basement. Messy. That probably means I'll have to clean up afterward.
Labels: Beer, Bitchslapped, techwhining
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Garbage Pickup. And delivery
I have requested that my state government stop it's garbage delivery service. Wrote my State Senator asking that KSU prof Julio Pino get the heave ho, at least. Don't want to help feed him any more.
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