mhoye@werewindle:/usr/src/linux$ nohup /usr/lib/xscreensaver/phosphor -root -scale 2 -program make &
Spectacular. Christ, I’m such a geek.
Earlier today, as I was idly watching a room full of computers reboot, I wondered if Microsoft ever does usability testing for administrators, perhaps for people who have experience with other operating systems and don’t want to spend their entire lives waiting for things to load up again so that the change actually takes.
It’s a funny story – we’ve got an app here called GUICat, whose crack-addled creators relied once upon a time on the fact that everyone on a Win9x box is an administrator, and sets the system-wide config-file ownership to whoever ran the program first. The practical upshot of this is just awesome: on WinXP, if an administrator tests the program before sending it out to the user, it will work fine for the admin and never, ever work for the user, crashing every time.
If the administrator doesn’t test it, it’ll work fine. But only for that one user.
Isn’t that beautiful? It’s kind of a Zen thing. If a tree falls in a forest, kills a GUICat programmer, and there’s nobody around to hear it, did they still get what they deserved?
Fixing it isn’t a huge pain in the ass, more of a persistent rectal itch really. And making it run properly for more than one user is just beautiful; you’ve got to set permissions to let world+dog read and write to everything under the install directory and recreate the config file. Hello, world, there’s your fix. It would be nice if you didn’t have to log in and out twenty times to work all that out, but hey, That’s Windows. Maybe someday in the distant future there will be an operating system that lets you log in as administrator without having to log out the other user. Maybe when hardware gets fast enough it won’t take five minutes to log in or out, too. Big dreams, big dreams.
Well, I guess you learn just as much from the bad programs as the good ones.
We should eat Chinese fare this fine Thursday evening, at the usual time, and the usual place. Geofford promises good news, presumably pertaining to things of his being flung into orbit. Look out, Julie!