I can't believe it's been so long since my last diary entry.
It's been one of those weeks.
I'm having a lot of fun learning PHP and getting
proficient with it. It has some quirks that make it not act
like I expect, but it was great getting an answer from Rasmus in 7
minutes that explained the philosophy behind include files.
Open source is so cool that way.
that it's mostly intuitive (to me), but there's a few things
here and there that I find jarring. Mostly, after a whole
bunch of Python coding, I forget a lot of semicolons. I
indent everything the same though. :)
CottonBale is coming along nicely, with only the quirk
that my box at home is having trouble installing MySql to
develop further with. I really really really need a third
box to plop stuff from my existing two so I can upgrade
Rockhopper. It's beginning to grate.
Looks like my coauthor and I will get our next book deal
after all, and I may wind up doing chapters for another
book, also cool. This requires writing a sample chapter,
Obviously, since the deals aren't signed, I
can't really say anything about what books or for whom. I
found my box of my author's copies of SuSE Linux
Unleashed the other day -- I received it right before I
moved and never unpacked the box. It was HEAVY. It wasn't
glorious writing, but I always seem to learn something, no
matter how much I think I know, when I'm doing some digging
to write a book.
The new stuff should be MUCH less dry to write and,
hopefully, to read.
What Elise said.
Except both she and Brett, probably because it's "not
corporate," missed what I find even more useful: a recliner
with a monitor suspended over the chair. Something that
supports the head. This eliminates a whole bunch of stress
of keeping the head in position, which is where huge chunks
of stress in shoulders and the neck come from. Fortunately,
I work in an office where there is a wonderful, wonderful
benefit: biweekly massages paid for by the company. I'm sure
it will save money in the long run.
reminds me of the time I walked into a friend's house and
they were playing Wheel of Fortune -- in Welsh. I asked why
and my friend Joyce replied, "The Welsh were a poor people.
They couldn't afford any vowels."
Fscking NT mail server at work. ::rolls eyes:: It's been
hours and they still haven't "gotten it up."