Quarter gone

How the hell is it nearly April already?

Quarter of the year gone, and I just feel like I’ve done fuck all. (and to the smart-arses in the audience yelling “You haven’t”, I respond with a swift ‘piss off’, and a raised digit)

Hopefully the next three months will at least feel like they’ve been a bit more productive. Who knows…


Turns of phrase

Now, what would make someone think I don’t like the code I’ve been working with this week? Some of the quotes from my email, sent out to my boss and the two directors above her, may explain some of it…

However, I would emphatically NOT start doing this ‘til we’ve had a chance to do a proper rewrite of the upload stuff, and are in a situation where we’re confident that it’s stable, working, and doesn’t need a shitload of work every two weeks to sort things out. The current [piece of] code is NOT good enough, and needs to be kicked into the gutter to die quietly once this one is done.

We *can* write a nice stable piece of code for this, that will have all the things we want. We could still end up using [one section of] the old legacy code– I’d rather not, but the way it’s written at the moment it all has hooks all over the place, and is wired in like a suicide bomber: one extra piece, get it wrong, and it all goes kaboom. Mind you, that’s true for the rest of the old stuff too.

The current code is a hack, it’s butt-ugly, and deserves to be locked in the woodshed for ever more, the ugly kid we never want to see again. If we’re going to do this stuff, fine, but let’s at least start from a good place with it, rather than keeping on adding to the shitheap we’ve already got.

Nope, can’t think why they may have thought I didn’t like the stuff…


Real Beauty

And about bloody time too.

Dove have launched the Campaign For Real Beauty, aimed at helping build up girl’s self-esteem to be real, rather than emulating some anorexic stick-thin model. It’s related to their “self-esteem fund“, and the entire thing strikes me as a bloody good idea, and one that’s well overdue.

They’ve even included a self-esteem check for good measure.

Maybe the backlash against the media portrayals of women has finally started…


Joining In

Yesterday afternoon, I had a headache. It wasn’t just a headache – I’ve had plenty of those, and never had real cause to notice/care/complain – but yesterdays one was a stonker.

What upped the anté a bit was that it also seriously affected my vision. I ended up with a moiré pattern (like the pattern you see on TV when someone’s wearing a jacket with a small check pattern on it) around the edges, and a blank spot in the middle like you get from looking at a bright light then looking away.

All told, it really wasn’t much fun, but paracetamol took the edge off it, and I managed to get through the day, although I felt pretty rough by the end of it.

Turns out, having spoken to a couple of other people, it may have been the start of a migraine. I’ve never had one before, so I don’t know for sure, and I don’t want to be “classic bloke” who says a cold is flu, a flu is typhoid (whatever) and a headache is always a migraine. That’s not my style at all – but all the same, this one has me wondering whether it might’ve been the start of something new. And I’ll certainly keep an eye on it – if I get any/many more it may even be time to stop by the doctors for a check-up…

As they say, welcome to the club!


Gobsmacked

I’m sorry, but how the hell do you “not notice” hitting (and killing) three people ? Particularly when you’re going 60mph, and also hit the broken-down car they were standing next to.

How?


Grouchy

Don’t expect much out of me today. My brain is currently only responding to commands with “Urgh! Fuggoff!”, having had one of the shittiest nights in a while.

Herself was away last night, staying at her sisters before going to a course/ meeting thing today. All well and good. Except, of course, it meant that Hound was utterly disoriented and didn’t know what the shit was going on, with someone missing from the house. (Talk about autistic animals, I tell you) As a result, Hound was hyperactive all night, continually bouncing on the bed, wanting to know where Herself was, waking me up, barking uselessly, waking me up, scratching the floors and carpets, waking me up, being a pain, waking me up – I’m sure you’re spotting the pattern now.

So I had a shit night, and Hound will now sleep her way through the day, as normality has been restored. (i.e. we’re both out of the house all day) I’m half tempted to just keep ringing the house phone every hour – she hates it – and waking her up, so she can see how I feel. Bastard.


.htaccess

Excessively geeky, but I’m really quite pleased with myself for having finally got round to using some mod_rewrite rules for [site that is being developed at the moment] which make a lot of stuff far easier to use than it has any right to be.

Yesterday I was having huge problems with the entire thing, but this morning (and isn’t this always the way) I took one look at it and thought “Ah, that’s what the problem was“, fixed it, and lo, it works.

So yes, I’m fairly chuffed, all things considered.