There's only three types of people in the world: those that can do the math, and those that can't.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Do They Even Make Blatz Anymore?
That's about all the time I have for blogging, beer et.al. any more. The ex was released from the hospital last evening but I'm still taking the kid to school and events. Better to enjoy a six-pack of classic beer commercials than nothing!
Ex in the hospital once again and the kid's with me for the duration, so not much blogging and not much to blog about. I did due dilligence to find Groucho as the Mikado on You Tube, but this is the closest I've gotten to it.
I'm looking forward to the big city visit, and my kid is psyched about finishing up High School early, especially after a few hard lessons in Political Correctness following the visit of Hillary Clinton. Daughter was especially impressed (not) by our local congresswoman who introduced Hillary with the startling news Ohio is a state! Boy, that's why she makes the big bucks! Does she know that 5 is a number? Can she identify red as a color? Very good! Maybe she could have a committee investigate shapes! Will this sarcasm ever end?
I was quietly enjoying my post-on-call martini last night at a favorite watering hole, contemplating my move to the next great technology of the future when a red-hot lawyer saunters up to the bar and starts talking up a favored candidate in the upcoming (upchucking?) primary. In that time honored political move, the drinks are on said lawyer. Truly enjoyed that second martooni, especially since I already mailed in my vote last week.
Got a little spackling and painting done today and caught up with more stuff at home. Garage roof still leaking after a replacement last fall and two patch-up roofer visits. I'll be discussing that at length with them later this week. On call for the last evening, and 24 hours away from a dry martini.
On-call long weekend less enjoyable because of adventures all Frinite and in the wee hours of the morning on Saturday. But today was OK and we're getting closer to that magical King of the Hill time! Not looking forward to having the ex on the NYC trip with my daughter, and the Brooklyn invite is looking better all the time. It's brilliant! I'll hide out in Bed-Stuy. They'll never find me there. Alive, anyway.
Enjoying on-call this weekend. How so, you ask. Been doing this technonlogy for manymanymany years. I've been at a roll-over-and-mumble-into-the-phone-at 3:30 AM then go back to sleep level of proficiency for fixing problems for a long long time. But the advanced technology of the future demands a different technology to be the advanced technology of the future and I've got too many years into that future to thrown in the towell and go back to the car wash. Get it, towell, car wash?Anyways, now's a good time as any to get on board the singlelineeditor express, and prepare for a life of prodigious cursing at said 3:30 AM, and other times.
Also, being on-call keeps me safe at home. Hillary is infesting the local high school. I hope they thoroughly decontaminate before my daughter goes back to class next week.
It's my blogaversary! All hail to CaptainSQL!!!!!!! Tower of SQL coding excellence in an ever-downgrading pointy/clicky world! Titan of Tuning, Maharajah of Metadata! King of Code Reviews. OK, that last one was a stretch.
Four years of blogging excellence, taking on Nimrod Project Managers and sea-hag friends of the ex-wife alike. And it's gone so fast too! It's like it was almost yesterday!
Still on call, doing my on-call flawlessly. As expected. Saw my requisite chick-flick (27 Dresses) last night. Boy, the things guys do to impress! Need a dose of Hank Hill more than ever now. But just when you need that pick-me-up life picks you up, then gives you one straight to the snotlocker! The Clintoons are on the loose locally. They figures this is Clintoon country and they are right. Phooey! The local schoolmarm summonsed all the townsfolk for a big rah-rah rally when Hillary comes here to tell us how to think and when. Indeed, nothing brings on that uneasy, sleazy, cheezy feeling like a Clinton! I plan to avoid her in droves!
You are most like Ward Clever (The Father). You like to give lectures and make sure that people understand you. You arn't too found of lying, and you usually follow the rules. You think things should be done a certian way, and you like to maintain order.
America needs more heroes, like Hank Hill. Tonight's episode of KOTH was among the best yet. Hank beats the food police in Arlen and their stupid ban on trans-fats.
They're waiting in other cartoon municipalities, such as Cleveland Heights and Madison and Ann Arbor. Waiting to take from you your god-given right to eat as you please. They'll get my meat from me when they pry it from my cold, dead hands!
First Sunday after the Superbowl. Sorry, the Pro-bowl doesn't count. Did some home fixing today, mostly paint touchup in the kitchen. First time really since the events of last August. Fortunately, not a lot of emergency stuff happened in between.
Next week I go on-call. RussGal is going OK. No apparent drama. No drama is good drama.
Daughter is babysitting right now. The DVD of Season 1 of MXC is on the way.
10 Signs a Book Has Been Written By Me 1. Paper. 2. Verbs. 3. Martinis. Lots of 'em. 4. Some damn plot line. 5. SELECT and UPDATE statements. 6. Hot supermodel sex. 7. Hot supermodel SELECT and UPDATE statements. 8. An author. 9. More Martinis. 10. Index design.
Congratulations! You are Theodoe Roosevelt, our 26th. and youngest president. You are an animal lover and a good role model. You may have poor eyesight, requiring you to wear glasses. You also have a good sense of humor and a hearty laugh. And always make sure to "Speak soft and carry a big stick."
Enough crap postings. Time for actual good music from the 1950's.
Ah yes, the golden bygone days of CaptainSQL's youth. Brings back the memories of the great Yom Kippur Bowl of 1960, in Cain Park. Great midwestern pickup football. Major casualties, our scratchy suits and white shirts. Also our tucheses which recieved a well-earned beating once our folks caught us cutting out of services, and us with no good explanation for said ruined suits.
Burress gets the CaptainSQL Big Hand of the day, for outstanding coming through all season and especially post season for the Giants. Playing through the pain every step of the way. Also of course Eli and the Giants D-Fense. And I don't ususally give out kudos like these for the SuperBowl.
Continuing to see RussianGal. No Eric, I have not dropped Boris and Natasha on her. Probably won't either.
Severe database issue all last weekend. We came through but were hampered by production being in a transition release of the DBMS software. Whew. Pretty rough. Did get through to talk to the DBMS developers, which would have been nice in a relaxed setting, which this wasn't. Haven't had one of these in a long time, and no big weekend busting all nighers in 2.5 years, which has to be some kind of record.
Then I met Miss CCCP. Very nice gal. Let's see where this goes. It gets me out of the house, anyway.
Boy, is it just me or has the level of hysteria about the GOP prez race reached nosebleed levels of hysteria? The choices left for me are solidly my 4th, 5th, and 6th ones of the original crew. But anyone that wants to head up to the hills and await the call to swoop down and wreak justice on an America that's not pure enough needs to spend some time here, in Bluetown. That's yer America without anyone else to vote for. Nary a GOP candidate for any local office. Don't like what the greedbag County Commissioners are doing? Just what are you going to do about it? They don't have any opposition. Ditto Sherrif, Treasurer, etc.