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Friends in high places

Hill’s Law of the Workplace: If you’re going to make friends with anyone in the workplace, make friends with HR, Payroll, the Office Manager, and IT. The reason being, of…

Hill’s Law of the Workplace: If you’re going to make friends with anyone in the workplace, make friends with HR, Payroll, the Office Manager, and IT.

The reason being, of course, that they are all in key positions to make your life so much easier, or to make your life a living hell.

About a week ago, the Powers That Be here in this office decided to adopt an office-wide screen saver. The one they chose has actually been floating around since ’97 or so in the company, and there have been occasional efforts by the office that generated it to roll it out company-wide. It’s designed to flash up information of interest to the workplace — company stock prices, safety bulletins, meeting notices, stuff like that.

There’s one, big, honking problem with this, of course: you’ll only ever see it when your machine is sitting idle for ten minutes. Which, for many of us, is, like, never. Or, if it’s true, it’s because we’re out of our chairs and in a meeting, or at lunch, and as soon as we sit down we start in at the keyboard again.

In other words, if you can see the screen saver, you’re not working very hard. That’s an exaggeration, and there are, in fact, folks who don’t use their computers as intensely as I do. But the general principle applies.

And, in fact, the folks who aren’t working on their computer probably aren’t reading the screen saver blurbs that come up. Right? If they are, yeah, they probably aren’t working very hard.

It’s also not good for getting info quickly. The office manager asked that a bulletin be put up there with a number to call if people see suspicious characters out in the parking lot. Think of that. My God, there’s someone suspicious out in the parking lot. Should I call 911? Should I call the front desk? Should I look on our office intranet page and find the building management number? Nah, I’ll sit here at my computer and not do anything for ten minutes, then wait for the bulletin to come up, then call that number.

Next up, what to do in case of fire …

The fact is, we’ve eleventy-dozen ways of communicating information. E-mail. Intranet pages. Memos stuffed in mailboxes. The PA system. Not only is another medium probably not necessary, but choosing one that half the folks will never see, and that everyone else will ignore, and that requires consistent and ponderous viewing to get through.

On top of that, it’s a POS application (and I’m not talking Point of Sale here). It was written for Win95, and hasn’t been updated since. It requires a half dozen reghacks to install on XP and Win2K machines (and to block people from going in and changing the stuff back).

And it requires access to a local Netware server. We’re phasing Netware out in our enterprise. And if you’re not connected to the interior network, it just comes up with the program logo and says, plaintively, “I can’t find the Internet.” Even if the Internet is right there, connected and buzzing.

And because it’s tied clumsily into the Netware client to control workstation locking, not only does it not work at all for machines without a Netware client, but it takes 10 seconds to go from mouse-wiggle to login-prompt when you want to break away from it, and more like 30 if you’re not connected to a Netware server at the time.

Harrumph. And, feh.

So this morning I was passing by one of our server ops guys, and he said hi, and we chatted for a few moments, and I asked whether anyone had been having problems with the screen saver. And he started to tell me about it, then mentioned someone for whom he’d disabled it, then, before I could figure out a legitimate way to ask, he offered to do the same for me.

[Insert maniacal laughter here.]

So back comes my beloved SETI@Home screen saver, and farewell to that ragged bit of bad code. Yup, being friends with IT is always a good idea …

Veterans Day / Remembrance Day

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the…

Poppies

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
&nbsp&nbsp In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
&nbsp&nbsp In Flanders fields.

— John McCrae (1872-1918)

The poem “Flanders Fields” was written in 1915 by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor, the day after the funeral of a friend and former student, Alexis Helmer. McCrae fought on the Western Front in 1914, but was reassigned to a French hospital. His asthma exacerbated by poison gas exposure, he died of pneumonia and meningitis while on active duty in 1918.

The Lesson for today …

The Parable of Jesus, Mary, and Martha Stewart Living Now it came to pass as they went past the flea markets and the tag sales where the furniture that is…

The Parable of Jesus, Mary, and Martha Stewart Living

Now it came to pass as they went past the flea markets and the tag sales where the furniture that is old and made out of wood can be purchased for not too exorbitant sums, and past the stalls selling paint and wallpaper and all that is needful for the refurbishing of these items in cunning fashion (see article page 62), that he entered into a certain village which was the kind of place where antique linen tea towels are hung from the reproduction fixtures in the Italian-tiled kitchens, the sort of place where neighbors come calling on a lazy afternoon, and a certain woman named Martha received him into her home. …

(via SfAD)

That politics thang

I’ve been quiet, mostly, on political issues of late (church politics aside). And on geopolitical issues, too, since they’ve been coopted (by all sides) into the let-me-just-gouge-my-eyes-out-now 2004 Presidential Campaign….

I’ve been quiet, mostly, on political issues of late (church politics aside). And on geopolitical issues, too, since they’ve been coopted (by all sides) into the let-me-just-gouge-my-eyes-out-now 2004 Presidential Campaign. I’m aware of that relative quietitude, and it’s been both intentional and reflexive.

Because the field of discussion has gotten so set in concrete, it seems, that any attempt to talk about this stuff, or express an opinion, simply runs full tilt into a blade-barrier of self-defined axioms. George Bush is either the Prince of Darkness (or Dupe Thereof, the jury’s still out), or else the Greatest American Leader since Lincoln cut down a cherry tree to build a log cabin. The War in Iraq is either the Apocalypse a-brewing or else … well, the Apocalypse a-brewing, but a good Apocalypse. The US is either being crushed under the heels of an Orwellian fascism of a like not seen since, well, North Korea, or else is blosseming and being protected under the benign, nurturing watch of the Administration in DC. The GOP are either the Nazis reborn, or else the last, best hope for the Republic. Dick Cheney is either Scrooge McDuck crossed with Dr. Strangelove, or else …

Well, you get the picture. Feh.

These matters have turned into rhetorical ruts, such that if you opine something counter to the axioms the reader carries with him, he blinks at you in flabbergastment, before either unleashing the vitriol through a firehose, or else expressing utter dismay that you could ever possibly believe something so obviously stupid, wrong, contra-factual, and, in case I failed to mention it, stupid. And maybe even evil.

So it’s a lot easier on my blood pressure these days to save my rants for other topics. I’ve not turned off reading about this stuff, but, for a while at least, I’ve pulled back from writing so much about it.

Which, of course, means that, sometime within the next 24 hours, something will happen to change my mind. I hope it’s a good something.

All your dictonary are belong to us!

McDonald’s seems to have prevailed in turning dictionaries from descriptive to descriptive-of-only-what-we-want, by getting Merriam-Webster to drop the term “McJobs” — at least from its list of new words in…

McDonald’s seems to have prevailed in turning dictionaries from descriptive to descriptive-of-only-what-we-want, by getting Merriam-Webster to drop the term “McJobs” — at least from its list of new words in the new edition of the dictionary.

McDictionary

I’m torqued by McDonald’s here. I’m really torqued at M-W.

(via BoingBoing)

Your joke for today …

A man’s car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful, old monastery. He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door of the monastery. A monk…

A man’s car broke down as he was driving past a beautiful, old monastery. He walked up the drive and knocked on the front door of the monastery. A monk answered, listened to the man’s story and graciously invited him to spend the night.

The monks fed the man and led him to a tiny chamber in which to sleep. The man thanked the monks and slept serenely until he was awakened by a strange sound.

The next morning, as the monks repaired his car, he asked about the sound that woke him. The monks said, “We’re sorry. We can’t tell you about the sound. You’re not a monk.”

The man was disappointed, but eager to be gone, so he thanked the monks for their kindness and went on his way. During quiet moments afterward, the man pondered the source of the alluring sound.

Several years later, the man was driving in the same area. He stopped at the monastery on a whim and asked admittance. He explained to the monks that he had so enjoyed his previous stay, he wondered if he might be permitted to spend another night under their peaceful roof.

The monks agreed and the man stayed.

Late that night, he heard the sound. The next morning, he begged the monks to explain the sound. The monks said, “We’re sorry. We can’t tell you about the sound. You’re not a monk.”

By now, the man’s curiosity had turned to obsession. He decided to give up everything and become a monk if that was the only way to learn about the sound. He informed the monks of his decision and began the long and arduous task of becoming a monk.

Seventeen years later, the man was finally established as a true member of the order. When the celebration ended, he humbly wen t to the leader of the order and asked to be told the source of the sound.

Silently, the old monk led the new monk to a huge wooden door. He opened the door with a golden key. That door swung open to reveal a second door of silver, then a third of gold and so on until they had passed through twelve doors, each more magnificent than the last.

The new monk’s face was awash with tears of joy as he finally beheld the wondrous source of the mysterious sound he had heard so many years before.

Continue reading “Your joke for today …”

Busy

I’ve been busy as all get-out today, and last week as well, which has impacted the blogging today (and last week as well). It’s also impacted my writing. That’s particularly…

I’ve been busy as all get-out today, and last week as well, which has impacted the blogging today (and last week as well).

It’s also impacted my writing. That’s particularly irking me because I know what comes next (though I just had a keen idea that will take a few days to unfold, too, so I suppose that delay was a good one).

Maybe tomorrow …

In case you were in the market for a mug shot

Another Identikit-style make-your-own-portrait, this one (“Inter.Face”) from Russia. Always hours (or at least minutes) of entertainment. Here’s mine. Normal caveats about “They didn’t have just the right body part for…

Another Identikit-style make-your-own-portrait, this one (“Inter.Face”) from Russia. Always hours (or at least minutes) of entertainment.

Have You Seen This Man, Comrade?

Here’s mine. Normal caveats about “They didn’t have just the right body part for me” apply.

At the end of the year, the site will display the “average” faces (man and woman) of the Internet.

(via BoingBoing)

World’s least informative movie review

Whilst we were playing Nobilis Saturday afternoon, Jackie took Katherine and Justin to see Brother Bear. Dave: Katherine, did you like Brother Bear? Katherine: It was a little scary. Dave:…

Whilst we were playing Nobilis Saturday afternoon, Jackie took Katherine and Justin to see Brother Bear.

Dave: Katherine, did you like Brother Bear?
Katherine: It was a little scary.
Dave: What was your favorite part?
Katherine: I don’t know.
Jackie: Was Koda a genius, or a goofball?
Katherine: He was silly.
Dave: [Several other questions.]
Katherine: I don’t know! [“And stop asking me questions while I’m trying to watch The Wiggles on TV.”]

On the other hand, she’s enjoying playing with the “Kid’s Meal” moose she got.

Shooting the messenger

Dictionaries describe language as it is used, balancing the tensions of “rules” and “reality.” McDonald’s needs to consider that, as it has a conniption over the McJob entry in the…

Dictionaries describe language as it is used, balancing the tensions of “rules” and “reality.” McDonald’s needs to consider that, as it has a conniption over the McJob entry in the new Merriam-Webster Dictionary:

McJob (mek jäb’) n. a low-paying job that requires little skill and provides little opportunity for advancement

McDonalds huffs and puffs that this is an unfair characterization of their employees and job training and opportunities for management and shift supervisor positions and stuff like that.

In an open letter to Merriam-Webster, McDonald’s CEO Jim Cantalupo said the term is “an inaccurate description of restaurant employment” and “a slap in the face to the 12 million men and women” who work in the restaurant industry.
Cantalupo also wrote that “more than 1,000 of the men and women who own and operate McDonald’s restaurants today got their start by serving customers behind the counter.”

That may all very well be true. But the popular opinion and usage of the term seems to indicate otherwise, and that’s what McDonald’s needs to combat, not the dictionary that reports it.

Not satisfied with looking like overly-sensitive jerks, the McDonald’s folks are also waving around the threat of law suits.

Walt Riker, a spokesman for McDonald’s, said the Oak Brook, Illinois-based fast-food giant also is concerned that “McJob” closely resembles McJOBS, the company’s training program for mentally and physically challenged people. “McJOBS is trademarked and we’ve notified them that legally that’s an issue for us as well,” Riker said.

Must – not – make – obvious – joke – here …

(via BoingBoing)

Ears to you

Katherine seems to be suffering from an ear infection. She’s been running a fever, and up frequently the last few nights, with a general “I don’t feel well” low siren…

Katherine seems to be suffering from an ear infection. She’s been running a fever, and up frequently the last few nights, with a general “I don’t feel well” low siren sort of a cry.

Margie and I played tag team go-and-see-what-she-needs to some degree last night, at least until about 11:30. I don’t know at that point of Katherine finally zonked out, or I did, but she or I resumed communication around 4.

Mommy, as the Giver of Comfort and Solicitous Attention, is the one Katherine really wants to come into her room. I get greeted with hands over the eyes, or cranky turning-away. I don’t know if that’s more of an annoyance to Margie or to me.

“I like Brother Bear

[N.B. This post, evidently on Katherine’s reactions to having seen BB, was never actually finished or published at the time.] I like Brother Bear and I like Finding Nemo. Did…

[N.B. This post, evidently on Katherine’s reactions to having seen BB, was never actually finished or published at the time.]

I like Brother Bear and I like Finding Nemo.

Did you like Brother Bear?
It’s a little scary.

Is Koda a genius or a goofball?
He’s kind of silly.

Another pair of eyes?

I have a report from a reader of this blog using Mozilla 1.5 that the EScrambler scrambled e-mail address code I have is displaying the raw code, not the e-mail…

I have a report from a reader of this blog using Mozilla 1.5 that the EScrambler scrambled e-mail address code I have is displaying the raw code, not the e-mail address as intended. That’s occuring “down toward the end of the page,” which is probably the e-mail address down in the copyright at the bottom.

Is anyone else seeing that? It’s looking fine in IE6.

D&D Resurrected

The Boulder Daily Camera reports on the resurgence of D&D among twenty-something professionals. It’s not a bad article — it talks about how D&D playing is breaking some old stereotypes…

The Boulder Daily Camera reports on the resurgence of D&D among twenty-something professionals.

It’s not a bad article — it talks about how D&D playing is breaking some old stereotypes (though its description of the action in a game is, um, oddly obsessed with “holy water,” and spell-casting and combat is really hardly touched on). It touches on some of the bugbears of the 80s, but also how much of that Impressionable Youth Turned Into Satanists claptrap has faded away now that more adults are into the game.

Overall, not a bad article to foward to your bewildered friends and relatives.

Star Wars: Clone Wars, Ep. 1

Huh. The first of twenty five minute animated episodes, a “micro-series” — just finished premiering on Cartoon Network. Huh. I mean, fun enough. The animation is what I’d expect from…

Huh.

The first of twenty five minute animated episodes, a “micro-series” — just finished premiering on Cartoon Network.

Clone Wars

Huh.

I mean, fun enough. The animation is what I’d expect from a Genndy Tartakovsky production — sort of Samurai Jack-like. And as the first ep, you’d expect a certain amount of establishing time. But it also seemed clear that, damn, it’s hard to tell much of a story in five minutes. How much of a story will 100 minutes (in 5 minute increments) make?

Presumably, since it’s an official LucasFilm production, we won’t see anything that overlaps or contradicts the third movie coming out. There will be ten episodes in November, and the second ten next Spring.

I don’t know I’ll make a concerted effort to catch every ep (the next one is Monday night). Presumably they’ll all eventually be collected and issued on DVD. But, for all that, it was a heck of a lot better than watching 700 Club or Howard Stern.

Funniest … episode … ever

Best Dexter’s Laboratory ep of all time: “Star Check – Unconventional.” Dexter and his two buds go to a “Star Check” convention — but inadvertently go to the Barbie convention…

Best Dexter’s Laboratory ep of all time: “Star Check – Unconventional.” Dexter and his two buds go to a “Star Check” convention — but inadvertently go to the Barbie convention in the next hall over.

Someone who’s watched way too many ST:TOS episodes wrote this one with loving care. Hilarious.

“NRFB … NRFB … NRFB …”

If it ever comes out on DVD, I am so there.

Sign of the times

It’s the Church Sign Generator. Cool. (via Scott)…

The Church Sign Generator

It’s the Church Sign Generator. Cool.

(via Scott)

Five Hundred Miles to Nowhere

Huzzah for Marn!…

Huzzah for Marn!

Content of their character

A Lesbian couple adopts a little girl, then breaks up when one partner converts to a version of Christianity that believes homosexuality is wrong. A judge awards custody to the…

A Lesbian couple adopts a little girl, then breaks up when one partner converts to a version of Christianity that believes homosexuality is wrong. A judge awards custody to the that woman, with visitation rights by the other woman. The custodial mother is given “responsibility for the girl’s religious upbringing.” That’s not unprecedented, but evidently another part of the judge’s order is, i.e., that the custodial and religious-upbringing-responsible woman “make sure that there is nothing in the religious upbringing or teaching that the minor child is exposed to that can be considered homophobic.”

Huh?

I mean, I would sort of hope she would, but having a court order that mandates it? Whether or not it’s enforceable, it’s just asking for further court appearances.

And, as much as I may disagree with such teachings as I suspect would fall under the judge’s rubric of “homophobia,” legally restricting what a parent may or may not teach their child on religious matters seems blatantly unconstitutional. Not to mention kind of stupid. And even dangerous.

(via Blinne)

Names mean things

But sometimes they don’t mean anything more than that a name’s been given to something. Take Telstar Logistics, a “branded alter-ego” some guy has made up — which lets him…

But sometimes they don’t mean anything more than that a name’s been given to something. Take Telstar Logistics, a “branded alter-ego” some guy has made up — which lets him park in loading zones, give away branded pens and t-shirts as gifts, and generally look like he belongs places that he really doesn’t.

It’s really tempting to think up something like this. Serval Systems, for example — or maybe something else. I do tend to use “Putti, Unlimited” as a company name when I have to put one in on forms. It’s interesting what sort of junk mail eventually arrives for me under that name …