Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Very Techie Weekend
Back home now, entertaining my daughter and her boyfriend. Enjoy chatting about tech stuff, football &etc. with the guy. Also a Midwestern Jewish conservative Republican. Pretty dang good. He's reading the Wall Street Journal now. A keeper, I think.
While being angry at the situation in my incumbent job I had a look at SQL Server and T-SQL, which I last investigated in 2010. Much better in Windows 7, not Vista. Following along in WROX Beginning T-SQL is suddenly easy. Much like long stale Unix skizzles, I am doing better after several years of not doing anything with the stuff. Anyways, this is going to be a leisure time activity while I sweat my nads off at work, but something to pick at as I go forward into the wonderful world of senility and getting my ass out of the current situation.
Girlfriend doesn't like me splitting my time between my house and work location, but will have to work this out in the future. She's a keeper too. Introduced me to NASCAR.
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While being angry at the situation in my incumbent job I had a look at SQL Server and T-SQL, which I last investigated in 2010. Much better in Windows 7, not Vista. Following along in WROX Beginning T-SQL is suddenly easy. Much like long stale Unix skizzles, I am doing better after several years of not doing anything with the stuff. Anyways, this is going to be a leisure time activity while I sweat my nads off at work, but something to pick at as I go forward into the wonderful world of senility and getting my ass out of the current situation.
Girlfriend doesn't like me splitting my time between my house and work location, but will have to work this out in the future. She's a keeper too. Introduced me to NASCAR.
Labels: dang grammar, Football, full screen editors are for losers, single line editors are for men, techwhining
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Back from NYC, seeing my daughter, meeting with the delightful Erica, and investigating my daughter's BF. He seems good. I shall let him live. Another year. On good behavior.
Noodled around NYC. Came upon this statue. I still claim he engineered the assanation of President Garfield.
And, best of all, Erica helped me complete the first poem since High School. Thus the dang grammar tag. Don't think Patty H is a reader of this blog, so I'm going to let fly with this baby:
There once was a girl from Yonkers
Whose tuches was driving me bonkers
She's sit on one cheek
and let out a squeek
And occasionally suprise me with honkers.
Thank you, Erica. If you want fine poetry or prose, just click on any of the fine blogs to the right. That's about it for my literary output.
Labels: Blogging, dang grammar
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Spent the afternoon trying to redeploy at work. Resume writing. Should have stayed awake in English class.
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Labels: dang grammar, techwhining
Friday, December 25, 2009
Nice Christmas Eve and very good day today. Last night was at the girl friend's son's house. Very nice dinner, and got the latest Star Trek movie as a gift, and gave Spyro Gyra DVD as one. Bad news that the local smooth jazz station is changing format, but that's what MP3 players and IPods are for.
More tech assistance today when I visited my sister. Got a lot of her photos copied to her new Apple. Peeps, as you know, we have been screwed since the election of President Obama. But that is no reason not to have fun along the way! My sister wants to apply for an admin job at the local Community College. I read the job description, then advised strongly that her boy friend, he of the FreeCreditReports.Com resemblance apply instead. Then she could rename her son, who's dad was from South Africa to Ubuntu. Then I would never have to worry about another season of The Goode Family. It would be right there for me in real life!
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More tech assistance today when I visited my sister. Got a lot of her photos copied to her new Apple. Peeps, as you know, we have been screwed since the election of President Obama. But that is no reason not to have fun along the way! My sister wants to apply for an admin job at the local Community College. I read the job description, then advised strongly that her boy friend, he of the FreeCreditReports.Com resemblance apply instead. Then she could rename her son, who's dad was from South Africa to Ubuntu. Then I would never have to worry about another season of The Goode Family. It would be right there for me in real life!
Labels: Babe Magnet, Blogging, dang grammar, Good Movies, King of the Hill, Kumbiyah, Music, techwhining
Thursday, December 24, 2009
FB is all FU
It's a mess. Merging real life with bloglife. Like basically, many of the blogfriends who have made it over to FB are a couple dozen good old boys, down to earth. And Erica. Also down to earth in a NYC kind of way. This pretty much duplicates one of the bloodbath ERP installations of my youth. And it had a damn lot of drinking, too. As of late a few survivors of the Real Life project have straggled on to FarceBook. So it's like the regular Seinfield group confronting the Bizarro Seinfeld group. Weird.
Also, amongst the CaptainSQL High School classmates on FB, much mingling of Track 1 (AP types) with Track 4 (2/10" above special) peeps. I blame massive screw ups in testing in the 1950s.
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Also, amongst the CaptainSQL High School classmates on FB, much mingling of Track 1 (AP types) with Track 4 (2/10" above special) peeps. I blame massive screw ups in testing in the 1950s.
Labels: Beer, Blogging, dang grammar, techwhining
Friday, October 09, 2009
I Deserve the Nobel Prize
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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Cappy's Log
Star date 2009.08.19. These are the voyages of Captain SQL. To boldly go and drop off the kid where she has never been dropped off before. To explore alien and strange life in Manhattan. Whew. Too much writing for this techie. Soving off tomorrow AM, boldly going forward across several states. Hubba Hubba.
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Labels: Blogging, dang grammar
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Ripping
Ripping CDs, making up for musical losses of the past, creating travelling music for the NYC trips to come. On deck now: Grand Funk, The Eagles, The Kinks, Jethro Tull, and Tom Petty. All good listening. Work continues to be stagnant, which beats hitting the bricks. Still plenty to amuse myself with.
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Labels: dang grammar, Music
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Maybe
The Red Forman motivational poster will be enough to stifle libtard relatives. I did pick up a proposal to bifurcate the USA on another blog. I don't want to do that. I am against messing up the greatest land on earth. Also against bifurcation, although you have to admit it is a cool word to say and impresses. But some kind of arrangement would relieve me of the need to come up with feeble excuses to avoid liberals.
"Here is a model dissolution agreement: Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.
We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell (you are however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move them). We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's, and rednecks. Especially those hockey moms.
We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood. We'll also offload Ann Arbor and Cleveland Heights.
You can make nice with Iran, Palestine , and France and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protestors. Take the goddam slackers on the FreeCreditReport.com commercial too.
We'll keep our Judeo-Christian Values. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClain. Have all the SixSigma you want. You can have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill.
We'll keep the SUV's, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Subaru station wagon you can find.
Take James Earl Carter III with you and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
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"Here is a model dissolution agreement: Our two groups can equitably divide up the country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.
We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore, and Rosie O'Donnell (you are however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move them). We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart, and Wall Street. You can have your beloved homeless, homeboys, hippies, and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's, and rednecks. Especially those hockey moms.
We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood. We'll also offload Ann Arbor and Cleveland Heights.
You can make nice with Iran, Palestine , and France and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protestors. Take the goddam slackers on the FreeCreditReport.com commercial too.
We'll keep our Judeo-Christian Values. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism, and Shirley McClain. Have all the SixSigma you want. You can have the U.N. But we will no longer be paying the bill.
We'll keep the SUV's, pickup trucks, and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Subaru station wagon you can find.
Take James Earl Carter III with you and don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.
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Labels: Blogging, dang grammar, Kumbiyah
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Happy Robert Burns Day, Tomorrow!
Can't find a fitting tribute, so here's a song about something about Burns. Also, found out that a Robert Burns is a martini, sans peel and vodka, add Scotch (of course!) and Drambuie. My folks kept Drambuie around. Never knew what it was good for. Now, about Arthur Burns... us Galitzianers will celebrate in April.
Labels: Blogging, dang grammar, Martinis, Music
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The SQLCat's teeth are flossed and gleaming
And Cappy's prose is brown and steaming
And that's about as much poetry you are going to get out of this alteh-Techie, faithfull viewers. A nice, quiet couple of days off are drawing to an end, ferrying the SQLDaughter here and about as she decompresses from a week longrampage through NYC religious retreat and gets back to reality before the semester lapses to it's exhausted conclusion early in 2009. And speaking of exhausted conclusion, the crack(ed) SQL team at work faces the uncertain future of next year, while the monotonous thump of reality knocks unceasingly at the side door, looking for more fries to go with that.
I have no idea what the above means, but it sounds great. And since most of the MartiniBarPatrons as well as my relatives are eagerly awaiting the ascendance or ass-endance of The 0bama in January, it must be a good season for gibberish. So I thought I'd contribute my two cents. Here's yer bailout!
One of the boys my daughter likes bears a striking and scary resemblance to a certain collander-wearing blogger. And this guy writes similarly for the local college paper. Cappy... must... investigate.
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And Cappy's prose is brown and steaming
And that's about as much poetry you are going to get out of this alteh-Techie, faithfull viewers. A nice, quiet couple of days off are drawing to an end, ferrying the SQLDaughter here and about as she decompresses from a week long
I have no idea what the above means, but it sounds great. And since most of the MartiniBarPatrons as well as my relatives are eagerly awaiting the ascendance or ass-endance of The 0bama in January, it must be a good season for gibberish. So I thought I'd contribute my two cents. Here's yer bailout!
One of the boys my daughter likes bears a striking and scary resemblance to a certain collander-wearing blogger. And this guy writes similarly for the local college paper. Cappy... must... investigate.
Labels: Blogging, dang grammar, Martinis, techwhining
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
New PC Upd8
Cappy here again, on the old, unstable, rotting system. It was out. Then it was in. Then partly working. Now blogging on Firefox, in living color, over most of these stations. Dang grammar is deterior8ing as we speak. Anyways, setting up the new laptop is a big pain you-know-where and I haven't even gotten to setting up e-mail, e-mule, or interwebs. Did take the occasion to take the Main Squeeze to the Rock Haul of Fame. This time I didn't freak out in the upper reaches. I'm working on that. The Ohio exhibit was sorely missing in Pure Prarie League. Enjoy it b4 they haul the Hall to NYC. The publisher of Rolling Stoned is already whining about having to maintain the large glass pyramid by the shores of Erie. Thing ain't worth shit for corn storage either. Not much else left in downtown Cleveburg, and it may as well join the exodus from these parts. But, hey! Starting next January the rest of the USA can enjoy the same kind of leadership that has made the Great Lakes cities the shining beacon they are today!
U.C. Beercats are in a for-real bowl! How's 'bout that?
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U.C. Beercats are in a for-real bowl! How's 'bout that?
Labels: Babe Magnet, dang grammar, Football, full screen editors are for losers, Music, single line editors are for men, techwhining
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I'd probably have a hard time selling the house and moving to a condo after my daughter goes off to college. Too many memories here, including those greeting boys she's met. Like this guy.
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Labels: dang grammar, techwhining
Monday, July 21, 2008
Does He Still Have It?
Yes, He Do! A functioning fucntion and a stored procedure in less than 1 hour in the new technology! Cappy, formely King of Kode still got it!
Mad progrmming skizzles. That'll attract the babes. At least it will keep Cappy working.
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Mad progrmming skizzles. That'll attract the babes. At least it will keep Cappy working.
Labels: Babe Magnet, dang grammar, full screen editors are for losers, techwhining
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Yep, now with the perspective of the weekend and discovery of new and better Dads-Rights blogs, posting what happened due to Judge Christine McMonagle is the best way to go. At some point, someone, on some case will Google her and I'll be glad to provide details. That is a much as a State Supreme Court complaint could ever hope to do. That's about the best anyone could do. My attorney at the time is retired. The private school to which McMonagle remanded my daughter hired then fired my ex-wife, and cheated my daughter at various points so my kid sees clearly what this so-called wonderfull benefactor of the children has brought. Too bad the encounter with the gal last week brought all this to the surface but I don't think I'll be seeing much of her kind. I can smell a liberal at 20 paces, and don't like the smell.
Finished Against The Day finally. What a long haul! Back to Larry McMurtry and something that can be read in this lifetime. For some reason I've always been attracted to the wide open spaces, at least reading about them. Northern Canada, Kerguelen Island, etc. Took a blue highway trip across Ohio and that state up north in my younger days. Never lived in those places. It's never been practical to live there. What would I do there? I did have a good job interview in Gallion nearly 25 years ago but I'm sure that company is long gone.
On call has been going well. A quiet weekend. It's been pretty easy, this time around.
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Finished Against The Day finally. What a long haul! Back to Larry McMurtry and something that can be read in this lifetime. For some reason I've always been attracted to the wide open spaces, at least reading about them. Northern Canada, Kerguelen Island, etc. Took a blue highway trip across Ohio and that state up north in my younger days. Never lived in those places. It's never been practical to live there. What would I do there? I did have a good job interview in Gallion nearly 25 years ago but I'm sure that company is long gone.
On call has been going well. A quiet weekend. It's been pretty easy, this time around.
Labels: Babe Magnet, Blogging, dang grammar, Kumbiyah, Psychotic Ex, techwhining
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
24 hours have passed since I finally slumped in to my favorite bar. As you can tell from the previous posts and lack thereof, boy, did I ever need it. Tommy Bartender was pinch hitting as maitre d, and ambled in now and then to have a look at his Yankees as us normal people waited for the Indians to show up. Looks like the Tribe used it's monthly allocation of hits in yesterdays game. While waiting for said Tribegame we turned our attentions to some mid-'60's artsy-fartsy black and white movie (no pun intended) with Sidney Portier and Anne Bancroft. He was manning (can I say that now?) some suicide hot line and she was going nuts. That got us around to the discussion: who was hotter, Anne Bancroft or Suzanne Pleshette? I think Suzy would have been more fun. Anne Bancroft had a lot more sophisitcated veneer (can I say that too?), one that only a woman that has learned of love at the hands of Mel Brooks can have.
Tommy Barkeep let loose that he's looking to move the wife and Bambino out to the Hinterlands of Solon. That drew a dirty look from Winegirl, she of the P.C. persuasion, probably of the belief that all must go down with the sinking ship of the People's Republic of Cleveland Heights. It also drew a hearty accolade (I can use that one, can't I?) from your's truly, along with the warning that the little rugrat had damn well be perfect. I mean, they kill the imperfect ones in Solon. I mean, it's just not natural that kids that smart kick ass in all sports too.
Too much Kumbiyah on TV now. Don't care about Obama. If we're stupid enough to elect him, you'll have Cleveland as your model for the next four years. And I don't mean the cartoon character on Family Guy.
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Tommy Barkeep let loose that he's looking to move the wife and Bambino out to the Hinterlands of Solon. That drew a dirty look from Winegirl, she of the P.C. persuasion, probably of the belief that all must go down with the sinking ship of the People's Republic of Cleveland Heights. It also drew a hearty accolade (I can use that one, can't I?) from your's truly, along with the warning that the little rugrat had damn well be perfect. I mean, they kill the imperfect ones in Solon. I mean, it's just not natural that kids that smart kick ass in all sports too.
Too much Kumbiyah on TV now. Don't care about Obama. If we're stupid enough to elect him, you'll have Cleveland as your model for the next four years. And I don't mean the cartoon character on Family Guy.
Labels: Babe Magnet, Bad Movies, Blogging, dang grammar, Kumbiyah, Martinis
Saturday, May 17, 2008
I can't beat this posting by Neo-Neocon. That's why I don't post much on politics: others do it much better. Also, I never got past not having a rhyme for orange.
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Labels: Blogging, dang grammar, Kumbiyah, Music
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sunday Upd8
As the invasion of texting grammar invades the CaptianSQL blog. Relationship with the current gal in low orbit, about to hit earth soon. Clear the area. I sure could use relationship help. Too bad The Man Show is off the air. I will follow the wise advise from wise guys in the previous posting.
Next week will be spent bravely weasling my way around sayng "gee, your idea really blows" in a polite, courteous and positive manner. And then go forward with a logical alternatives analysis. Darn that logic.
Chitown sister says I could have a big future as a sarcastic proofreader. Is that true? On a scale of 0 to G.M. Roper ripping on Hillary, how do I rate on the SarcasToMeter? What about the ratio of cynical to sarcastic comments? Has that changed? How so?
At least I have the comfort of a successful kitchen paint touch-up under my belt before heading into the salt mines tomorrow. That an a big, sloppy burger with grilled onions and hash browns from the local diner. Take that, food police! Also, it gives me about two hours betewen this posting and King of the Hill to watch the paint dry. Yay!
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Next week will be spent bravely weasling my way around sayng "gee, your idea really blows" in a polite, courteous and positive manner. And then go forward with a logical alternatives analysis. Darn that logic.
Chitown sister says I could have a big future as a sarcastic proofreader. Is that true? On a scale of 0 to G.M. Roper ripping on Hillary, how do I rate on the SarcasToMeter? What about the ratio of cynical to sarcastic comments? Has that changed? How so?
At least I have the comfort of a successful kitchen paint touch-up under my belt before heading into the salt mines tomorrow. That an a big, sloppy burger with grilled onions and hash browns from the local diner. Take that, food police! Also, it gives me about two hours betewen this posting and King of the Hill to watch the paint dry. Yay!
Labels: Babe Magnet, dang grammar, full screen editors are for losers, King of the Hill, techwhining
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Today a CaptainSQL technical breakthrough kludge that even impresses me! It's so damn good I'm going to lapse into a totally different language to butcher the grammar.
Hic, Haec, Hoc
Hujus, Hujus, Hujus.
Heus!
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Hic, Haec, Hoc
Hujus, Hujus, Hujus.
Heus!
Labels: dang grammar, single line editors are for men, techwhining
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Still reading Pynchon, and probably will for a long time. If he as any good he'd perfect time travel. Then I could fast forward to the time when I finish Against the Day.
Still seeing same gal. She's a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. A very cute mystery. Aren't they all? Moose and squirrel must die.
Now, turning to the oldies. 42 years later, who knew Johnny Rivers was white?
So, here goes my latest version. This should have an audience of appx. 15 nationwide.
There's a man with belt and with suspenders
Avoid his stupid jokes, they are offenders
With every move he makes
Another kvetch he takes
Odds are he'll be kvetching more tomorrow.
Alta Kocker Man!
Alta Kocker Man!
They've given you a number
And told you to wait for a small rye with seeds sliced.
Well, if you out there think you can do better with your fancy verbs and nounds and objects and subjects and such, have at it!
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Still seeing same gal. She's a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma. A very cute mystery. Aren't they all? Moose and squirrel must die.
Now, turning to the oldies. 42 years later, who knew Johnny Rivers was white?
So, here goes my latest version. This should have an audience of appx. 15 nationwide.
There's a man with belt and with suspenders
Avoid his stupid jokes, they are offenders
With every move he makes
Another kvetch he takes
Odds are he'll be kvetching more tomorrow.
Alta Kocker Man!
Alta Kocker Man!
They've given you a number
And told you to wait for a small rye with seeds sliced.
Well, if you out there think you can do better with your fancy verbs and nounds and objects and subjects and such, have at it!
Labels: Babe Magnet, dang grammar, Music
