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I know school is back in, but really, that's no excuse for the other people I have no choice but to share the road with to turn into complete fucking losers. I realize this is a hard concept, but the little lines (some solid, some dashed) are there for a fucking reason. Please learn said reason, and take it into a account when driving. I hate you all and I hope you die. That wish will be granted in due course since everyone dies eventually, but I'm really pushing for some expediency here.
And hey, while were on the topic of idiocy, let's talk about people I'm forced to deal with at my day job! I have this lovely bit of mail asking me to configure a pair of machines the same way a trifecta of other machines are configured, and give a bunch of random people, none of whom are specified, accounts on those machines. Did I configure those machines? No. Do I have access to those machines? No. Do I know who does have access to those machines? No. I stopped taking responsibility for the older machines they want copied over a year and a half ago when the FreeBSD installs on those machines were wiped and replaced with Linux. By someone else. Without notifying me first. Or giving me accounts on the Linux builds. Which is fine, the tools we originally wrote on FreeBSD were ported to Linux because it's Buzzword Compliant. We'll ignore that the exact same hardware running Linux takes longer to run those jobs, and we'll ignore that we're now throwing away those machines because Linux no longer supports some of the hardware in them (I'm so glad we're throwing out a bunch of 1u rackmount P4/2ghz machines with 1GB of RAM because the weenies who write linux don't like the motherboard chipset anymore and won't support it in current kernels! FreeBSD will still run just fine on those machines, but hey, it's not Buzzword Compliant), and we'll ignore that I have no fucking clue how those machines are currently configured or what's installed on them, and we'll ignore that I can't find out since I have NO FUCKING ACCESS to them.
Fucking developers. The physicists and engineers I can deal with; I don't expect them to know the ins and outs of a computer; it's not their job; goddamned software developers however, are supposed to at least have some rudimentary fucking clue about how a computer works, and some basic knowledge of how access works, since their whole fucking livelihoods depend on the goddamned things. And they were competent to wipe my machines and install Linux on them without bothering to inform me. They pretend ignorance and I mock them in public. Meetings are the perfect place to do this. Invite me to a meeting at your own peril, for I don't suffer idiocy well especially when I'm dealing with a software developer who knows goddamned good and well how things work and is pretending ignorance because he's being lazy. I'll publicly cut your goddamned legs off at the kneecaps for that shit, and I won't even try to be nice about it. The replacement machines that were ordered? They don't fit in the rack either (the replacements are 2u instead of 1u, and they're too long), because no one bothered to talk to me before ordering them! Suck it bitches; you fucked up, you deal with it. I swear, I'm going to get a job where I never have to deal with another computer ever again. Except of course, even toasters have fucking computers in them anymore, so this is a Recreational Impossibility. There really is no hope for the species, so it's okay that Bush is planning on starting a globe spanning nuclear war.
Next up, why the fuck does my keyboard stop working when Windows/MSN Messenger informs me that one of my contacts has signed in (we use MS Live Comm. Server internally, and I use MSN along with a couple other IM services externally)? The window focus isn't magically stolen like what normally happens when a new window pops up (which I fucking hate, and which can't fucking be turned off, but hey, William Fucking Gates, III likes it that way, so we all suffer with his brainded personal preferences in stupid GUI tricks), but I might as well be talking to the computer for all it responds to keyboard input at that point. And hey, why did Windows decide that Firefox and Windows Explorer were the same application and group them together? Not IE and Firefox, explorer.exe; and when Winderz Exploder stopped responding (because, and I promise, I'm not lying, explorer.exe and firefox.exe really ARE two different fucking applications, so trying to thread them together, this was NOT a good fucking idea!) it took Firefox down with it.
My right shin and forearm fucking hurt. In one sparring match last night, my opponent and I met shin to shin, and his shin guard came off in the process and now I've got a big fucking painful knot right there where the top of my boot is. Not his fault, but, OW! My forearm was a separate match, and it hurts like hell, but I supect the axe kick that it stopped would have hurt far more had it landed on my head as was intended. We haven't done much point sparring lately, it's been a lot of continuous to work on endurance and to get us in the habit of not stopping as soon as we score (in the real world, the chances are good that I'll never have to use my art, but if I do, treating it like a point match would be an extremely bad idea; perhaps even a fatal one, so we do train for that as well point sparring). I'm far better at continuous sparring than point sparring. I grew up being the smallest kid in the class, and learned a very defensive style of getting my ass kicked (going around picking fights with people who are stronger, have longer reach, and outweigh you is a good way to get hurt, so I avoided that). I learned how to take a hit and then unleash (most of the people who felt the need to pick on me never thought I'd hit back) from inside their effective reach. This is a really bad strategy in point sparring, but works amazingly well in continuous sparring. I don't just absorb a hit anymore though, I know how to make it a glancing blow or block it altogether while moving inside and then making my opponent into a Wavemaster.
I have a t-shirt that reads 'Heavily Medicated for Your Safey' and most people laugh when they see it. They shouldn't, it's not really a joke. I'm angry and moody over nothing right now, and can't you tell? I've been off the strattera for about two weeks now, and I'm losing it. I went my whole life never really knowing how to focus or having much control over my impulses, and now that I have, not being there really sucks. It still beats the side effects of strattera though. I see a neurodoc next week, and hopefully one of the other meds will give me that back, but without the myriad of nastiness that came with strattera.
And hey, while were on the topic of idiocy, let's talk about people I'm forced to deal with at my day job! I have this lovely bit of mail asking me to configure a pair of machines the same way a trifecta of other machines are configured, and give a bunch of random people, none of whom are specified, accounts on those machines. Did I configure those machines? No. Do I have access to those machines? No. Do I know who does have access to those machines? No. I stopped taking responsibility for the older machines they want copied over a year and a half ago when the FreeBSD installs on those machines were wiped and replaced with Linux. By someone else. Without notifying me first. Or giving me accounts on the Linux builds. Which is fine, the tools we originally wrote on FreeBSD were ported to Linux because it's Buzzword Compliant. We'll ignore that the exact same hardware running Linux takes longer to run those jobs, and we'll ignore that we're now throwing away those machines because Linux no longer supports some of the hardware in them (I'm so glad we're throwing out a bunch of 1u rackmount P4/2ghz machines with 1GB of RAM because the weenies who write linux don't like the motherboard chipset anymore and won't support it in current kernels! FreeBSD will still run just fine on those machines, but hey, it's not Buzzword Compliant), and we'll ignore that I have no fucking clue how those machines are currently configured or what's installed on them, and we'll ignore that I can't find out since I have NO FUCKING ACCESS to them.
Fucking developers. The physicists and engineers I can deal with; I don't expect them to know the ins and outs of a computer; it's not their job; goddamned software developers however, are supposed to at least have some rudimentary fucking clue about how a computer works, and some basic knowledge of how access works, since their whole fucking livelihoods depend on the goddamned things. And they were competent to wipe my machines and install Linux on them without bothering to inform me. They pretend ignorance and I mock them in public. Meetings are the perfect place to do this. Invite me to a meeting at your own peril, for I don't suffer idiocy well especially when I'm dealing with a software developer who knows goddamned good and well how things work and is pretending ignorance because he's being lazy. I'll publicly cut your goddamned legs off at the kneecaps for that shit, and I won't even try to be nice about it. The replacement machines that were ordered? They don't fit in the rack either (the replacements are 2u instead of 1u, and they're too long), because no one bothered to talk to me before ordering them! Suck it bitches; you fucked up, you deal with it. I swear, I'm going to get a job where I never have to deal with another computer ever again. Except of course, even toasters have fucking computers in them anymore, so this is a Recreational Impossibility. There really is no hope for the species, so it's okay that Bush is planning on starting a globe spanning nuclear war.
Next up, why the fuck does my keyboard stop working when Windows/MSN Messenger informs me that one of my contacts has signed in (we use MS Live Comm. Server internally, and I use MSN along with a couple other IM services externally)? The window focus isn't magically stolen like what normally happens when a new window pops up (which I fucking hate, and which can't fucking be turned off, but hey, William Fucking Gates, III likes it that way, so we all suffer with his brainded personal preferences in stupid GUI tricks), but I might as well be talking to the computer for all it responds to keyboard input at that point. And hey, why did Windows decide that Firefox and Windows Explorer were the same application and group them together? Not IE and Firefox, explorer.exe; and when Winderz Exploder stopped responding (because, and I promise, I'm not lying, explorer.exe and firefox.exe really ARE two different fucking applications, so trying to thread them together, this was NOT a good fucking idea!) it took Firefox down with it.
My right shin and forearm fucking hurt. In one sparring match last night, my opponent and I met shin to shin, and his shin guard came off in the process and now I've got a big fucking painful knot right there where the top of my boot is. Not his fault, but, OW! My forearm was a separate match, and it hurts like hell, but I supect the axe kick that it stopped would have hurt far more had it landed on my head as was intended. We haven't done much point sparring lately, it's been a lot of continuous to work on endurance and to get us in the habit of not stopping as soon as we score (in the real world, the chances are good that I'll never have to use my art, but if I do, treating it like a point match would be an extremely bad idea; perhaps even a fatal one, so we do train for that as well point sparring). I'm far better at continuous sparring than point sparring. I grew up being the smallest kid in the class, and learned a very defensive style of getting my ass kicked (going around picking fights with people who are stronger, have longer reach, and outweigh you is a good way to get hurt, so I avoided that). I learned how to take a hit and then unleash (most of the people who felt the need to pick on me never thought I'd hit back) from inside their effective reach. This is a really bad strategy in point sparring, but works amazingly well in continuous sparring. I don't just absorb a hit anymore though, I know how to make it a glancing blow or block it altogether while moving inside and then making my opponent into a Wavemaster.
I have a t-shirt that reads 'Heavily Medicated for Your Safey' and most people laugh when they see it. They shouldn't, it's not really a joke. I'm angry and moody over nothing right now, and can't you tell? I've been off the strattera for about two weeks now, and I'm losing it. I went my whole life never really knowing how to focus or having much control over my impulses, and now that I have, not being there really sucks. It still beats the side effects of strattera though. I see a neurodoc next week, and hopefully one of the other meds will give me that back, but without the myriad of nastiness that came with strattera.
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Maybe I shouldn't have laughed at that. But hey, they deserve the laugh.
Re the T-shirt: People make jokes of so many things that really... aren't. It's good to keep a sense of humor about things, but in that case you are the one that has the authority or right, if you will, to laugh about it or not.
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Actually, the rules say the SDK-polite version of "DO NOT EVER DO THIS OR WE'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING KNEES OFF", but you know developers, right?
I hate fucking developers.