There's only three types of people in the world: those that can do the math, and those that can't.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
They took the whole fucking bar!
Yes, those fucking bastards at city hall have done it! They've redeveloped the hangout of my post-college day. And later the 2nd best place for Martinis in town. The place looks like it's running out of booze, and the Martini list is truncated. Fuck all!
This is the kind of tribute the late, great Acidman, Rob Smith deserves richly. But instead of Script Ohio, we need to put together a "Script Fuck You". OK. Who'se got a tuba? Who has a big, furry hat and a baton. C'mon now, don't be shy. We need something that would have spoken to the great Acidman. Maybe after the dotting of the Y in Fuck You (we gotta dot something) the band could moon the Savannah, Ga. Domestic Relations court.
More nothing, so little to blog about. Did some prelimiary work in the house for possible painting, and am avoiding retarring the garage roof. Nice, lazy summer is underway. Maybe it's time to start plotting my master strategy for fantasy football this fall.
like a capitalist tool. And my tool of choice is increasingly the Wall Street Journal. Not that it's adding that much to my financial knowledge. Buy low, sell high. That's about the extent, given that I'm looking at extending my life as a DBA, not easing into retirement. But it replaces the disreputable New York Times in terms of weekend depth reading about stuff, books, movies and more stuff. I've long since dumped the Times since I can easily and cheaply pick up terrorist loving man hating drivel locally.
Just got back from an overnighter at our State Capitol on a business trip. Took the kid with me and she visited friends there. Overall, pretty smooth except for sleeping on a matress with the consistency of jello. Strangely enough, no back pain resulted. Also in that area, there are still waterbed stores there. Ok kids, hit Wikipedia for that one. No strobe lights or leisure suits, please.
Littlesis in Chicago visited Normal. I'd like to retire there.
Another weekend at the Captain SQL home of database excellence. Finding more and more reasons to put off work around the house. No guilt about this at all. Bwahahahah! My daughter is with me during the summer, and she showed me her High School yearbook. Times have changed at the place. Years ago you needed to name three Jewish holidays an 15 varieties of pasta to graduate, but the ethnic balance has changed a bit. Her picture was flanked by two future losers of America. The one on the right had a terrific Russian name. With a name like that you'd think he'd be organizing purges, crushing Hungarian freedom fighters, or pounding the table with his shoe at the U.N. But he actually went out with her during homecoming, and the guy made Napoleon Dynamite look like James Bond.
BTW, for the benefit of all you female readers out there, us dads do keep a secret database of every boy that has so much as looked at you for more than .3 nanoseconds. Their attributes are stored and archived for 25 years. Believe me, the results aren't pretty.
So we got a reprieve on the existing technology at work, but I figure it will roll out in about 4 years. Our Systems Architects can't wrap their little pea-brains around the concept of systems that run well and don't need rebuilding scheduling and security every time a user farts. So it's time to pick the next whiz-bang operating system to visit. But that's for another day.
Thanks to Erica, et. al., consider me Meme'd with this baby:
WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yep, paternal grandfather. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? A couple of years ago after mom died.
DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Heck no! Who can read this crap! This guy must be nutz.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Something beef based. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Yes. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Sure, but like normal friends stuff.
DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Almost always. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes. Genuine GM parts. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? OH HELL NO! WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Sugar frosted flakes. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Of course! I'm a DBA, dagnabbit. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Not necessarily. But sneakiness makes up for it. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Vanilla! I'm a DBA, dagnabbit. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? If they're aliens or not. RED OR PINK?RED WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Too damn modest. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? The ex. But my aim is getting better. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Red and black. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Food. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The Eagles Take It to the Limit. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? One of the obsolete ones. FAVORITE SMELLS? Roofing tar in the morning. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My kid. Just checking up on stuff. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?Football (pro and college. HAIR COLOR? Brown and enough grey to look profound. EYE COLOR?Green. It depends. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No. Interferes with the x-ray vision. FAVORITE FOOD? Pizza and Mexican, until I'm too old to enjoy 'em. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Yes. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Fracture. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Red. I told you before! SUMMER OR WINTER? Winter. If I wanted to sweat I'd have moved years ago. HUGS OR KISSES? Both FAVORITE DESSERT? Pie. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Babes that keep up with this blog. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Friggin liberals. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Italian-American Reader. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Lint. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? NBA Finals. FAVORITE SOUND? Boinnng. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Mars. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? Talent, or super power? WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Earth. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? Hot babes.
The house guest is OK. The lad has a lot going for himself. Of course, these kids are teenagers so I will bear with that, to a reasonable degree. Also, my daughter seems to be gravitating to techies a little more lately, so I can pass judgement on their techitude, dude. And techiness is a fine proxy for manliness.
Localboy is a nice guy, probably would be a nice application programmer in runofthemill industrial production shops of the 60's - 80's. Those days are gone, so don't know what that means any more. A nice guy but won't set the woild on fire. The houseguest is quite a guy, mostly self-taught, the best way. Pretty sharp. Damn ambitious. Whoa, boy! Let me see those SAT scores and credit ratings!
Actually, the best minds of tech I've seen lately have looked at college costs, compared it to what they can rake in, and vamoosed for Pre-Med or other environs. I can't blame 'em. I think this batch didn't get the memo.
The 3:00 AM express (overnight congestion) and the houseguest in the living room has me blogging instead of watching Nick at Night or whatever overseas crap is on SCOLA, so I'm listening to the oldies station instead of classical or jazz, for a break. They just rolled through "Without Love" by the Doobie Brothers immediately triggering the oldtime drinking days of the past. And my favorite bar of that byegone era within crawling distance, too. Makes me want to hang out with a brew in hand, back from the pre-martini days. I'd post ancient photos but back in the day all males were required to wear Elvis-length sideburns, a sleazy porn-star moustache, and Napoleon-Dynamite quality leisure suits.
And this one goes out to Erica in Brooklyn, Neil Diamond in "Cracklin' Rose"
Too damn hot here. OK. Enough summer. Turn up the air! Daughter is roaming around somewheres with this kid. He a big computer geek. He wanna insert hisself with an RFID chip. Why I be talkin' like this?
Anyways, I like his idea. Then I can have a continual feed of said likely perps into my database, including fact tables like SAT scores and credit rating. Hell, I could sell this to other guys. Big bucks for Cappy!
A blog posting, not what your dirty mind has in mind. So clean it up! Looks like the ex is going to be a physical wreck for quite some time, so I'm taking my daughter here, there, and all over the place for the summer. Mostly here and there, not so much all over the place. Still in contact with the gal that works at the nuthose, and her schedule is even busier than mine. Will probably work from home 100% on Tuesdays, so I can shuttle my kid to and from her summer volunteer job. Not many new challenges. Good. I like it that way. Unfortunatley, not much opportunity for martinis either.
We're keeping my DBMS technology. The other guys blinked. Hah! Take that! This gives me more time to slide over to the newer technology. If I become completely senile in the process I'll go into management. Also gives me more time to take care of my daughter as her mom's health continues to be bad. There's multiple conditions, which is never good. The kid will be busy this weekend with all kinds of teenage stuff. I plan to sleep late a lot.
The ex went into the hospital last night, so the drill begins. Again. She sounds bad. It will be a scramble covering work and the kid. Then when the ex is on the loose she'll try for some fucking defiant gesture. Then I'll get pissed off. Then things will settle down after a couple of weeks.
Also tedious is the techwhining around replacement of the DBMS I support. Seems like the big visionary men of the future are all noise about how wonderful brand X will be, but turn into wussies when it comes time to pull the plug. Well, how 'bout it, wussies?
not the heat. Indeed, after 10 years of hiatus Cappy resumes grilling! No, I don't mean that sore-winner comment I left on Sternberg's blog after Detroit's awfull humiliation last night, viewed in full pleasure in the comfort of my own home and intermittently at Tasty Pizza. 10 years ago when the daughter was a runamuck toddler I had to give up burning meat in the back yard during summer. That, fire control, and toddler control was too much even for a man of my capacity. But now it's back, baby, and sizzlin'. I have hearby delegated to my capable progeny the task of same day marinating, and I, Captain SQL shall once again take the helm of the might WeberGrill to purvey an assortment of charred and/or semi-raw meats and fowl throughout the summertime. And when that wears out (or I have to clean the damn thing) I'll switch to sweet lady Propane!
I'll keep ya posted. Or just look for flames and smoke in this general vicinity.
Saw Waitress last night. This was a get-together with my sister who is moving to Chicago, and her kids, and my daughter and a friend of hers, who was scrutinized intensely. Turned out to be a chick-flick. Big surprise. Also, my kid has a couple of friends that are into systems. Didn't they get the message that Americans are genetically incapable of writing programs? Otherwise, they seem like nice kids.
A little light blogging while my daughter completes the SATII in Biology. She'll be staying with me during the week for a good part of the summer, and I'll be scrutinizing boys she likes, with and intense scrut! Results along those lines have been mixed of late: one real good, but downstate, another more local but troubling. She backed away from the troubling variety by herself. Good.
Still waiting to hear about the tech direction at work. I'll probably be too busy taking care of stuff at home to launch off on new technical directions for now. Maybe we will keep the old technology a little longer.
And there may be some travel possible this summer and later. It's reasonable to take the kid downstate, where I can work from our home office. Later, after my sister moves to Chicago, like in the fall we might go up there. Possibly for Rosh Hashanah. Avoid Shavous in East St. Louis. Avoid East St. Louis under any circumstances. Was considering travel to a blogmeet sometime (local bloggers are lame-o) but may have to put that off.