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And thus ends week 3

August 29, 2003 By: bio Category: General

After a rousing 60 hours, week 3 of graveyard has finished.

This weeks highlighs:
The TMS server arrived (a HP Proliant DL360 1U rackmount server).
The IP address given to BMA for Weblogic Server 5.1 was wrong (2 days to fix)
The IP address given to SmartSynch was wrong (1 day to fix)
The Slinger application failed on Wednesday, causing Calvin to totally spaz (priceless).

Remind me to beat the person in our IT department who’s responsible for handing out IP addresses.

Plans for the long weekend:
I’m going to go catch the Indians play on Saturday night with the seeSTORE and her husband. I’m not much on baseball, but it’s different when you’re actually at the game… you get to watch those who are completely and totally into it. Ooooo… people watching! Great times!

My wife has also left town to go stay with some friends at their mountain cabin. She packed up the durango, took the dogs and my Cake CD, and left on this little sojourn about 15 minutes ago. Wooooo-hoooo…. I’m a free man for the next few days! Oh they debochery, oh the profanity! Well… I’ll actually just walk around the house in my underwear because I can’t find my pants.

On a final note before I find my pillow: Nisan Cup Noodle = Explode-O Ass when you’ve eaten pretty much nothing but for 3 weeks. Careful kids, that may not be a fart you feel coming on. Note to self, bring an extra pair of shorts to work.

It’s 3am eternal

August 28, 2003 By: bio Category: General

I was just outside the building having a smoke, when I saw two sheriffs go racing up Sullivan Road at about 80mph (129kph). The speed limit is 35mph (56kph). I guess the Krispy Kreme must have a fresh batch of donuts coming off the line.

I’ve also been working on the site, trying to get Netscrape to view it properly so that Asa can stare at it in it’s full glory. He’s running a unix system, making IE pretty much out of the question (damn penguin heads!). He had done some research and found that the <html xmlns=”http://www.w3.org/1999/xmlns/”> line in the code didn’t seem to work, but by pointing it to the newer version <html xmlns=”http://www.w3.org/2000/xmlns/”> it did (on his machine at least).

I guess I’ll find out in the morning if this will do the trick.

In other news, I’ve been busy attempting to fulfill my BSC (“Balanced Score Card” or “Big Sack of Crap”, your choice) items for this year. I’ve been tasked with making a marketing style display for our group, showing the rest of the company what it is that we do (a lot of people have no idea because we’re part think-tank, part implementation, part everything else). If you’re bored and want to see a low res example, click here for an image in a new window (68k jpg). There may be typos in that.

T-minus 6 working days till I’m off nights and back onto days. I may have to request a few extra days off to allow my body to recalibrate itself after staying awake from 10 pm till about noon every day for 4 weeks. Such are the joys of life.

Back in the saddle

August 27, 2003 By: bio Category: General

I’m feeling much better today (thank you very much).

I was able to finish the coldfusion dev last night (the first of many). Tonight, I set up a groovy HP DL360 rackmount server for a project (I love the hardware gigs!).

Had a talk with the boss on Monday and I get to finish out my 4 weeks now, but I still need to come in later (or earlier… depending on your perspective). I can deal with that, and at least I wont have to do graveyard for the rest of the year (but I’ll betcha I’m back on it as of January 1).

In other news… hell, there is no other news… except that people are having problems viewing this page properly using Netscape 7 (hi Asa!).

Instant solution: uninstall it and sucum to the almighty power that is Micro$oft by selling your soul and installing IE 6. If you cant/wont do that… um… hell, I’ll look into it.


Ok.. I might have fixed it.

When checking with the release notes of NS7, you’ll find this:

B) For documents that you want to be laid out strictly according the to the standards on Mozilla, Netscape 6, and other Mozilla-based browsers and appliances, but in which you wish to include presentational hints using deprecated tags of HTML to ensure acceptable formatting on older browsers (i.e. documents that comply with the CSS2 box layout model* and validate as HTML 4.01 Transitional, so they may contain deprecated markup for legacy browsers), use the HTML 4.01 Transitional doctype declaration with the URI, i.e.:

<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC “-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN” “http://www.w3.org/TR/html4/loose.dtd”>

So… I changed my DTD string. Let me know if that works better or not.

EDIT Again:

I had someone check it for me… still no graphics or side nav bars. I’m assuming that because this page is heavily CSS driven that Netscape doesn’t handle CSS properly. Well… that’s my assumption anyway (and you know what they say about those).

No respect

August 24, 2003 By: bio Category: General


At work, it was decided that we need a presence here during nights. We have had a few issues with connectivity to the internet, causing our customers frustration when they attempted to connect to our servers to get their data.

I volunteered (since no one else would) to start the graveyard shift. Each person in our group has to work 4 weeks to see us to the end of the year (after that they’ll re-evaluate it and possibly hire someone just for this shift).

Iv’e been working the 11pm to 7am shift for a couple weeks now, and my body is finally accustom to it.

Tonight when I come in, I find an email from my boss, asking that I change my shift to come in later (and therefore stay later in the morning). Nice that no one called me and waited till I showed up to let me know. I’ve also found out that my turn ends on friday, leaving me with one more week later in the year (I’m low man on the totem pole… so I’ll probably get stuck with Christmas).

I can not understate how much this pisses me off. I’ve already given up my family life for the past two weeks, leaving my wife to deal with everything (at least I think I still have a wife and kids… haven’t seen them for a couple weeks). I wanted to pull all 4 weeks at once so I could be done with it. Now I have to get used to sleeping at night again (which will take a week before I’m anywhere near 100%) just so they can toss me arbitrarily on graveyard again whenever they feel like it.

I understand the need for flexibility in our group, but I feel I’ve been extremely flexible already and now I’m being abused. I also know that there are thousands of unemployed people out there who would gladly take my job, and that I should be grateful to be paid.

Is there a point to this post… probably not. I’m just venting some frustration. Feel free to ignore me (I’m used to it).


Perhaps I wouldn’t be so cranky if I had gotten enough sleep today. We needed to pour a concrete footer in my front yard for a decorative brick wall, so I was out in the sun for a while.

Calorie free mental diarrhea, just for you.

August 22, 2003 By: bio Category: General

I’ve been told I’m not updating often enough, so I wrote a short story for you:

A Childs Bedtime Story
by Tone Parsons

When Jimmy was a small boy, life was amazing.

Of course, times were tough back in the suburbs of Pittsburg. His father had been laid off after 15 years at the steel mill and was reduced to doing odd jobs as a handyman while his mother helped make helped ends meet by doing laundry and alterations for families more fortunate than themselves.

While times were financially hard on the family, they were rich in so many other ways.

After his layoff, Jimmy’s father filled the days with activities designed for a father and son. Fishing in the creek, hiking in the woods. He built Jimmy a fort in the back yard out of old plywood and pallets. His mother would bake him cookies and read him stories while she waited for the laundry to finish. Of course, Jimmy would help his mother with the laundry whenever he could and often went along with his father, running for tools, cleaning up, and doing anything else that would help. He was a small boy, but made up for his size with the amount of love in his heart.

As Jimmy got older, he did whatever he could to help the family. He mowed lawns and got a paper route. While he put most of the money into the family fund, he kept a little bit on the side, building a few thousand dollars by the time he was 18.

Jim, as he liked to be called now, took that money and became the first person in his family to attend college. He worked extremely hard at his studies and graduated 4th in his class with a degree in accounting.

That winter, his mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Jim did everything that he could to help, but his parents didn’t have insurance and the medical bills became too much to bare. In a desperate attempt to keep his parents from losing their house, Jim turned to an acquaintance for help.

This acquaintance introduced Jim to a man named Roland. While Jim detested the idea, he agreed to haul 18 kilos of cocaine from Pittsburgh to New York.

He hadn’t made it 30 miles before he was pulled over by the State Patrol. When they found the drugs, Jim tried to explain the situation, but because he didn’t know Roland’s last name, and the man who had introduced them had disappeared, the police put it all on Jim’s shoulders.

Because of the financial strain of his mother’s medical bills, Jim wasn’t able to make bail. His mother passed away on the morning of the trial. He was convicted and sentenced to serve 25 years in the Pennsylvania State Penitentiary.

Prison didn’t go well for Jim. He made several mistakes early on, accepting cigarettes and favors from other inmates, accumulating quite a bit of “prison debt”. When he wasn’t able to repay this debt, the other inmates beat him severely and forced him to become their bitch. Each day brought new terror as he was ordered to pleasure other inmates, sometimes 3 or 4 per day.

After 4 years of torment, Jim was killed by another inmate over a pack of cigarettes.

No one came to his funeral.

– fin –

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There…. are you happy now? WHAT DOES IT TAKE?!?