Wordly Messages From Myles About His Life.
There’s golf being televised. An ad for a golf ball is aired.
Question:
How do you make a sphere more aerodynamic?
It’s a sphere dude. You may have two of them, but if you try to tell me that yours are more aerodynamic than mine I’d be happy to accommodate a test of having yours fly across the room.
Be Seeing You.The other day, I took my car in for several points of maintenance:
When I got home, after leaving my car there for 7 hours, I discovered that a headlight was out. Those Fraking Bastards.
After figuring out that an official headlight would cost me hundreds of dollars just for the bulb, I go to a local hardware store and buy two for $11 each. I then replace the burnt out one myself.
I think I’m going to be changing dealerships, at least to see how the closer one is.
The umbrella project I’m on at work at work has been going on for decades. It should not have been going on for decades, but it has been. One of the problems that contributed to it’s extended lifespan [and reputation] is that everyone keeps changing the requirements.
You do not keep changing a project’s requirements. The more you do it — and the further along the project’s life you do it — the more you increase the cost of the project by increasingly exponential amounts. This is true no matter what project you are talking about, no matter what type of organization you’re talking about. Look it up.
I’ve already mentioned my employer. I shall now mention the church I currently attend [and serve]. To do something properly, money must be spent. Then, requirements are changed… which alter the original decision to spend money at the time money was spent. Who’s fault is this — the boss’ fault for not spelling out the requirements accurately, the employee’s fault for not asking the right questions based on his//her telepathic inabilities, or Your Favorite Divine Entity’s [since it's a church we're talking about]? I had even asked!!! Over The Phone!!! Specifically For This Reason!!!
Utterly Vile. At least “I am in control” of the debacle, to some extent, at this point in time. Of course, this means I’m also “on the hook”, but there are certainly times where the two at least balance each other out.
But Frak. Let this be a lesson to me in dealing with this person. “Thou Shalt Spell In Painfully Clear Detail Out Or Else”, twice over.
Be Seeing You.
I’ve never understood why someone would want to have copies of their email stored on their own computer. Besides the evil of M$: Outlook [which I must use at work]… to me, the whole point of email is being connected; to other people, to a network, &c. If your network’s down, then your email [in/out going] can wait — and you and your associates can pick up the phone if no one wants to knock on anyone’s door.
“But my email is my reference for important information!”
Sure, me too. But if it’s something you’re referring to regularly and/or for something critical — do you trust your network connection that much? I do, when I own and control the network and its connection. When I don’t control or own the network or its connection to my computer(s)… you want me to trust the Admin, the weather, the recent software upgrade? Um, no. I’ll save what I need to refer to and keep the email stored online.
“But that’s what saving email on your computer does!”
Do you really want to go through all that preamble, confusing paragraph structure and unclear wording each time you need to refer to something? Not everyone explains something clearly, and not necessarily in one email either [remember follow-up questions?]. Read the email(s), format it so you understand it yourself and save the [new] document on your computer. Keep the email(s), sure — but when the deadline’s tomorrow and the network’s down until Sunday and your coworkers are on vacation in Siberia…
The real issue here is Privacy vs “The Cloud”. Do you trust Multi-Vac, or Multi-Vac’s controllers, to not track, read, censor, share your private e-communications?
If you’re that paranoid, use those pre-paid messenger pigeons; I do, when the need arises.
There are always options, so don’t buy that hair dye or wig until you need them — and save the stress and hair-pulling.
Be Seeing You.
After 6 years, roughly 4.5 of which were active only on the cameo level, I have fired the 30-Day bullet into my LiveJournal account.
A University friend of mine got me into it back in the summer of 2004, after I had graduated earlier that spring. Later, with “make your own website” encouragement from a different friend of mine, I shifted my LJ use from blogging to primarily keeping up with some University friends, asking for and giving story-related information.
Now, though, enough of my LJ-based University friends have moved away from LJ to leave for me only the asking and giving of story-related information as my reason(s) for staying on LJ. Granted, keeping it up as real estate for my s/n of choice is a decent reason to stay, but… that didn’t seem to add “enough” to the above-mentioned surviving reason. As silly as it sounds, there’s also the privacy concerns — which have only recently started to grow a little more for me.
After a long stew, I finally asked my “Last Question” the other week. I also heard that the friend who got me in, was going out.
The time felt right.
Be Seeing You.
Yes, that song from that movie will just have to go on. “Let me explain.”
About 10 years ago, I was physically overworked by the people I was living with at the time. I experienced bad, sharp chest pains. The in-house, off-duty ER professional continued with dinner. But who has a heart attack in their teens? Ignore gymnastics girls when you answer, because I’m obviously not anything like gymnastics girls, especially back then.
Last night, after standing up, I experienced bad, sharp chest pains. Plus bad vision. Plus extreme light-headedness. Plus a clammy sweat. Plus going very pale. Plus the sensation of adrenaline [understandably] going through my system; even I was more worried than usual. But who doesn’t call 911 in such situations? Ignore me when you answer, because I obviously have nothing against doctors in general, and always take everything they say at face value. This time, however, I’ve got someone a little more sensible about certain things hanging around.
The Fire- and Para-EMT folks cleared me for the “you’re dead right now or else” situations they live and work for, but recommended I visit an ER. I declined their driving skills [which we all agreed was cool for the same reasons, both health- and $1600-wise]. I visited the ER and was cleared by them too — which I suspected would happen, but thought dropping in would be a fun idea just for the chance at one or two pieces of information beyond “you’re fine, it’s nothing, who has heart problems in their teens and 20′s?”. Because, you know, sharp chest pains plus everything else.
So. Those lyrics from Celine Deon. And to think I’ve been secretly marking them on Styrofoam cups at work the past few weeks…
Be Seeing You.
If there’s one thing I learned in Elementary Skool:
A pizza party occurs wherever Miles is not, unless he produces it himself.
Today, this Universal Rule was verified for the Nth time.
It continues to be very demoralizing.
Be Seeing You.