July 8, 2004

Fist, Head, Wall.

Filed under: analog — mhoye @ 9:48 am

I had an entry here last night for about ten seconds, in which I described my current job and the situation therein, which displeases me, my mood, which is unpleasant, and my deep and abiding love of being micromanaged, which fills me with the unwavering joy that only black visions of bone-shearing cathartis provides.

Did you know that there are five and ten thousand dollar software packages that will silently unwind sixteen months of security patches as part of their install process? Neither did I. And for most of you, that information is completely useless. And the reason that you can permit that information to be completely useless is that people like me are paid to care very intensely about it. Boy, am I going to have to make some phone calls today.

Tonight, I eat Chinese food, and all will be well.

Confidential to Nick, re: cellphone blogging: Cute, but only cute. The idea spelling “paroxysms” with only my right thumb is absurd on its face, and I have more powerful tools (namely all ten fingers, a keyboard and a good editor) at my immediate disposal pretty much all the time.That’s why I don’t end up with advertisments for personals sites at the tail end of my entries, just to pull a completely random example that’s unconnected to anything else out of the aether. Here’s the thing: you remember that line from Rounders? Well, if you’re trying to do something as simple as write a text file and you can’t figure out what the best tool for the job is in five minutes, that’s because you’re the tool.


  1. Good luck with the phone calls.

    And enjoy the Chinese food.

    And thanks for fighting the good fight so that the rest of you don’t have to.

    Comment by Zeynep — July 8, 2004 @ 10:47 am

  2. Not a lot of people here seem to realize, or care, that once a machine has been compromised it can never be trusted again. You can’t just delete some files and patch whatever the hole is and hope for the best. It’s like finding out that somebody’s broken into your house and closing the window without even checking to see if they’re still inside.

    Comment by Mike Hoye — July 8, 2004 @ 7:59 pm

  3. Your life must be real fun. And ya’ should know the saying “Ya’ can’t spell fun with out F and U.”
    Have a great time fixing srewed up programs! (^__^)

    Comment by Anonymos — July 19, 2004 @ 7:04 am

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