November 29th, 2007

reading is fun-damental

In which I raise my head from my Proust and indulge in some SF

PS: No phone today. Please email.

I've been working on this great series by Kage Baker for about ... lord, has it been seven years now? I can remember walking down First Avenue South in Seattle, under warm sunshine, so entranced in The Garden of Iden I didn't want to stop reading it even for a little while. I must have been working at Acadio, and since we moved to the 1st So. location after the fall of 2000 ... I'm guessing it was early spring. Okay, it was 2001, and it has been only six years since I started the series. At any rate, it's been some really great reading, and the final volume, The Sons of Heaven, came out over the summer, and my brother brought it and the previous volume (The Machine's Child) over for me when he came to visit. And, well, I need to get them both finished so shadowdaddy could mail them on to thewronghands, as she's started the series and, er, with eight books total, I don't think anyone else is going to get as far as the last two, and why not give them to someone who will enjoy them as I no longer wish to keep books I won't read a second time, especially big space sucking hardbacks.

At any rate, it's done. Sadly, the series lost its forward impetus probably around book three, and most of the recent books have read as filler (especially since three or so of them were actually just short story collection, curse me for a fool for paying hardback prices for them). But I still wanted to finish it as I've spent years wondering just what it was that happened at the end of history. I suspect Baker was making it up way back in 1997 when she first published Iden - she didn't know who Dr. Zeus was going to be and didn't know how history would end. But I know, now. And may I be so fortunate as to never have to buy books in hardback again, and may I never be in the unfortunate position of having to wait for a long tale to finish being told by an author who's still writing the series!

Thankfully, Marcel is long dead, and thus, this morning, we did meet again, parting on page 272 of Sodom and Gomorrah (he's on the train going to a little social gathering composed of, as near as I can tell, a bunch of rejects and nincompoops). I'm looking forward to getting back in the groove, though, truth be told, I'd sure love to be reading some books that don't weigh as much as a laptop.
Mano Poderosa

Conversations with a developer

Dev: Hi, can you explain this bug to me?
Me: What don't you understand?
Dev: Where is the error?
Me: It's in the bug report.
Dev: I don't see the error.
Me: Did you read the expected results? (Underlines relevant portion of printed out bug report.)
Dev (reads): No, I don't see the error.
Me (pointing): What about this part here?
Dev: What is the problem?
Me: It says it right here, under "expected result."
Dev: But that doesn't relate to the title of the bug.
Me (underlining title): Yes it does, right here.
Dev: Oh, do you mean you have a problem with the TEXT?
Me: Yes, you do not thank someone for registering when all they are doing is logging in. (Points to title, "Registered user is thanked for registering when they log in," and expected results, "A registered user with a full account shouldn't be thanked for registering, asked to complete their profile, or told their account details will be mailed to them.")
Dev: Oh. Oh. I get it.
Me: It is documented right in the title and in the expected results. (Fantasizes about beating developer about the head as he does this about twice a day.) Let me know if you have any more questions. (Implied: providing you read the fucking defect report before you come over here.)

LATER: I punish the developer by writing up a bug about misspellings in his ALT tags.
Queen Apple

Because work is frustrating - Christmas notes

I figure I'm not likely to get random presents from anyone on Ye Olde LJ, but my Christmas wishes are expressed best as "give experiences, not stuff."

I value time spent with people. If you want to give me something "special" for Christmas, please give me the gift of your time. Go see a play or a movie with me, take me out to dinner, or have me over to yours - for dinner or for a movie night or some card or board games. Meet me for drinks. Talk to me. Share yourself. This will mean far more to me than any clutter for my apartment. (I do like stuff, but really, I don't need any more of it, and usually I just buy whatever I need for myself.) And, hey, I don't need this just for Christmas; my unbirthday is 364 days of the year and I'd love to see you then, too.

(PS: I would jump over prams full of toddlers for a box of home made Christmas cookies, but since I don't think any of my friends are bakers, I'll just mention it as an aside. That said, Charbonnel and Walker is a good consolation prize, as well as nice oolong and Darjeeling teas.)

Along these lines, huge thank yous go out to wordknitter and irrationalrobot for the gift of their presence this year around shadowdaddy's birthday. I know you guys blew the budget for the year coming out to see us and it really means a lot to us. Ditto for scarlettina - I hope you had a good time. And butterbee: two weeks with you will make the season merrier than any ugly sweater or born obsolete bit of electronics. Thanks so much for wanting to spend your time with us!

It isn't easy being green

At the end of each day that I'm testing a project I sent out a RAG (Red, Amber, Green) status report, saying what the status of the project is.

Every day I've worked on this project, my new one, which has a very short turnaround time, I have spent at least 20 minutes monkeying with my figures (tests executed, number of active bugs, tests remaining) to get the report green.

Today it has been an hour. If I can close one more bug, I will make it over the finish line for the day and I can go home.

Man, I am really sympathizing with Kermit the Frog today. It is not easy being green!