An oldie, but a goodie.

This has been around for a while now, but for anyone who hasn't seen it before, check out this story of a very overloaded car.

It still gives me giggles every time I see it, and has landed a place on my "favorites" list.

I'm at work.

And I want to be here. It's not the only time in recent weeks that I've felt that, but I'm so much more relaxed today. An entire week with the pager, without it going off, has worked wonders.

The fact that Matt has an anniversary in three weeks, and doesn't want to have the pager then, and will therefore be carrying it for two whole weeks, helps, of course.

It's cloudy out, but the sun is at the horizon where the clouds aren't, so beneath a sky almost entirely (where I can see it) of mid-tone greys, the buildings and trees are sunlight-struck. It's quite beautiful.

And I have code to make work, and no reported bugs from N.

Myrtlewood Perfume

I'm wearing myrtlewood perfume today. I don't wear it very often, because I don't wear any perfume very often, but I felt like it today. It's pleasant, it's understated, and unlike most florals, it does not make me want to sneeze. Plus, it can adapt to my moods; it's not one of those incessantly-cheerful sorts of scents (which are usually "cloying" in my dictionary, and almost inevitably make me want to sneeze).

Right now it smells of home (Oregon) and the coast. It also smells of sorrow, and confusion. My day is still going pretty well, actually, though I have a bug I can't touch, which is the confusion part. I mean, the crash dump goes off, but - there's no file where there should be! Run the program that does the crash dumps and IT claims there was no crash, when it just said it was logging it a minute before....

The sorrow? Perhaps premature - I hope so, but it really doesn't sound that way - because cadhla has two cats (one hers, one her roommate's) at the vet, with symptoms of what may well be black widow bites. She's written about that already, I'm just sitting here, not even in the same state, and wishing that all the magic I love to read about in books were, even if for just one brief moment, real enough to intervene.

I want to own this.

I think that every time I hear this song, but I never go get a CD with it. Perhaps this entry will remind me.

Now, back to that bug, and to hoping.

AUGH!

Just in case this computer I am working on does not understand: when you see Dr. Watson go off, and it completes without errors, and you hit okay, it is supposed to generate a log and a crash dump.

It is offensive when it does not, and you have confirmed that you have write privileges for the directory the stupid thing is set to.

*sighs* Hate bugs. On the other hand, R. had some ideas so maybe I can nail it without the dump...here's hoping.

Blargh

Bug found, bug fixed. Off-by-one error (in the wrong direction, no one ever complains when you allocate too MUCH space) in allocating a buffer with malloc. Walk off end, trash stack, rinse, repeat. Amazing thing is how FEW times crash reported. Fascinating.

Hope that's all it is, and there's not more crash-causers out there.

...so much for that. Crash still happening. Got a crash dump, maybe, but the transfer is trying to fail. *sighs*

Scott's Wonderful!

I got home tonight to find he was just finishing the dishes, even the ones that have to be washed by hand. And when I decided I wanted pizza - he was the one who walked down and got it for us.

Nummy pizza. Mine had roasted chicken, spinach, black olives, mushrooms, zucchini (hi, Mars!), and pineapple on it.

Scott won't usually eat my side of the pizza..... *grins*