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.