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    So I was apparently even more pissed at the guadec issue than I initially thought, think I'm over it now.

    The campingtrip was good for me. The drive up north 101 is pretty neat, loads of nice scenery which is good and all and becomes boring after the first two or three hours. So in my quest for a change, I picked up a hitchhiker ; it was a big burly guy with an unkept beard, old military clothes, a unfriendly expression, a bottle in a brown paper bag and a chainsaw... He didn't talk much, but actually was just a lumberjack on the way home, but since his car was dead, he had to hitch back and forth between home and work, so no chainsaw massacre.

    So I finally came to the turnoff for highway 1, went down that about 15km and then weered onto Usal Road for another 12km or so. Usal Road is an unmaintained dirttrack, that was sort of fun to drive on that.

    Finally you come to the campground, which sucked, so I just payed my camping fee, went back the road to this really neat place about 100m over the ocean on a hillside leading directly into the unfriendly waters of the pacific pond. At this time the sun was setting, so I hurriedly put up the tent and moved in the sleeping gear and whatever food stuff I needed, cooked crap dinner and went to sleep.

    Next day the weather was bloody good, more or less just sat in the sun all day, reading Cerebus, sipping heineken and getting a good old sunburn on the back. Then spent some hours gathering rocks for a campfire and firewood. Cooked more crap dinner, watched the sun go down, watched the fire go out and went to sleep.

    Started friday morning with removing a tick from my leg (using peanutbutter, a knife and vodka..) thereafter I concluded that the weather sucked severely (rained all day), mostly stayed inside the tent except when I needed to piss or cook water for some coffee, finished cerebus vol 2.

    The night sucked, the tent wasn't as watertight as I hoped, so I had to get up in the middle of the night and put my tarp over the tent so could sleep well, froze my butt off.

    Saturday morning the weather was ok, but I was in too foul a mood because of lack of sleep and whatnot, so I just started packing and drove back to SF, stopping on the way to "rent" a motelroom for an hour so I could grab a shower.

    At this point, the tickbite had begun to look (quoting yakk:) "festy", but there was drinking at the kilowatt to be done, so I ignored my leg for that day.

    The next day it looked even more "festy", and was definitely infected, so I wobbled up the hospital, got to stare at a wall for two hours untill a doctor poked a bit at me, concluded that I probably didn't have any of the five hundred bad diseases that ticks carry (since it wasn't on me for more than 10 hours or so), but put me on antibiotics for the infection, great.

    Now I'm back at work, not that I've done any so far...

    ... og ikke at jeg' i humør til at lave meget pt. Men det kommer vel på et eller andet tidspunkt.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).



    Well, since last I've spent a weekend being slightly sick (think I got the Bolivian DeathPlague from Ramiro), watched dvd's all day with Ian ("The Filth and The Fury" and "Pi"). Other than that, it's been pretty much slacking around on my part. Been going to the kilowatt a lot (apparently so often now, that I occasionally get a free beer from Karla, what a wonderfull person!) went to a fun houseparty which was more or less in a Wallgreens parking lot somewhere on 3rd Street (party got shut down by SFPD around 4am).

    I was supposed to be leaving for .dk today, but alas Eazel must have felt my time was so valuable that they chose not to send me (røvhuller), so I'm still in my cube. But I'll be taking of for some solitude hiking over the next few days, spending my birthday in the second best company available (myself), some books, fresh air and optionally some snaps.

    We're still having fun with our property manager and the roofdeck (short summary is, that we thought we would have access to the roofdeck, but it turned out that only the topfloor appartment can use it, unfortunately our lease says we have access to it), he basically will not let us use it, so now we're at the point were we're considering filing a "reduction of services" suit with help of the SF Tenants Union to get a rent decrease or at least just to raise hell to ensure he/they don't get away with dicking us around too easily.

    The office is pretty different these days, empty and a lot of people have moved around to be closer to each other. We now also have a lounge with the bar and a fishtank, I've expanded my territory to where mfleming used to sit, so now I too have a cozy little corner in which I can sleep in my beanbag.

    And on the good side was, my muse sent me a package with two excellent items for me, that made my day.

    Tja, som sagt er jeg temmelig bitter over ikke at være på vej til danmark lige nu, der var så mange jeg gerne ville se igen... Næsten alle som skulle have været afsted til konferencen fik et nej, kun nogle få kom afsted. Begrundelsen var, at det ville være ufedt for biksen af miste så mange arbejdsdage lige nu, hvilket lyder ok, på den anden side er det ikke just fordi vi er ved at slå os selv ihjel, tværtimod...

    Men hey, jeg tager revance senere på året.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).


    Played around with writing a piece of python (evil language) thingy that talked to the trilobite-eazel-install-service corba object, I really don't like python now.

    Fixed various bugs in libeazelinstall.

    Still waiting for a pilot-link release so I can release a new gnome-pilot.

    Think I've found a bug in glibc's writev, will mail mailinglists next week.


    So we finally moved (well, thats two weeks ago now). It was UHaul action time, I took the truck down to Sunnyvale to pick up yakk and his stuff (of course, as soon as we started moving stuff out, it began to rain, duh), and then went on to Eazel to pick up jsh and his furniture (a lot less than any of us). After unloading at the new place, we went to pick up my crap and then the move was complete, yay, time for beer at the kilowatt.

    The next morning disaster struck - first off, I had to return the truck by 7, so I got up at 6. Then the truck just wouldn't start, the batteries seemed to be utterly dead. Now I was pretty sure that we didn't leave any lights on, and I had noted that the battery indicator had been on all day during the move. So I went down to the UHaul place and explained my issues, and they told me to call their repair center number. So I waddled back to the truck, found a payphone and called. It took about an hour to actually get them to send a guy by, during which I was standing in the rain, enjoying the scenery that is 16th street sunday morning at 7 till 8, really wonderfull, I'd suggest that to anyone coming by. So finally the repair dude called back and said he'd be at the truck in twenty minutes (woohoo). After a few attempts at jumpstarting the truck, he also arrives at the brilliant conclusion that both batteries are utterly dead. So he ends up replacing them before the truck will even sound like the old piece of crap it is.

    So I conclude the affair with having to search frantically for a gas station that has diesel, drive the truck back and almost have to pay 40$ for being four hours late (which I didn't). Thereafter I went back to the old apt to clean on the rest of my room, and the move was complete.

    Of course now we have do deal with a property manager who seems to be fucking people over. The add for the apt mentioned the great view from the roofdeck, even had a picture. When we looked at the place, and signed the lease, we were told we could use the roofdeck and the lease specifically mentions that we can use the roof. Of course then the people who moved into the topfloor apartment (which is a two-story apt of which the top story is on the roof) were told that the roofdeck was exclusively theirs. So now we either fight it out with them or with the property managers. In addition to that, the two windows where the frames are broken still haven't been fixed and we still miss keys for various doors. Too much shit to deal with right now...

    ... since the company also just laid of more than forty people, basically everyone but a few managers (founders) and engineering got laid off. So we release version 1.0 and lay off about 60% of the staff, that was a pretty though day for many of the eazelites. Apparently with the generel dropping stock market, some investors pulled out and therefore we did not get the third round of funding we wanted (which should also have been our last). By laying off all those people, the company can continue a bit longer, giving us a chance to raise the needed money - it's going to be a though few months now.

    This also means that I might not be able to go to Guadec, since everyone will be doing 14 hour workdays the next few months (again...) - that would totally blow.

    So Kvan just visited me for a few days, he was in the states for his annual cigar-smoking-visiting thing. Amongst things we did was getting drunk, driving down highway 1 to Santa Cruz (beaches), Fry's, go to a cigar lounge and meet with other cigar people, shopping spree in Japantown, looking at traffic accidents on Market Street. Luckily I had gotten three days off this week (after working three weeks straight), so I took wednedsday till friday off to hang out with Kvan, just dropped him off at the airport again...

    Tja, så man må sgu nok sige at nedsvinget lige pludselig ramte os smak mellem øjnene. Vi har gryn til nogle måneder, men hvis der ikke sker noget så lukker og slukkes biksen, hvilket jo unægteligt ville sutte temmeligt meget. Men jeg agter at blive ved til den bitre ende og så se om vi overlever eller om jeg skal på jobmarkedet igen.

    Det hårde smæk er at jeg nok ikke kommer til dk igenigen, det stinker unægteligt. Problemet er at så snart jeg er ude af thermostaterne skal jeg til en ambassade for at få stemplet mit pas. Og det kan snildt tage dem en uges tid (pga. deres latterlige åbningstider), hvoffor jeg skulle have mindst halvanden uge i Københavnstrup og det er lige akkurat lidt for lang tid.

    Det må man jo nok sige alt i alt sutter væmmeligt meget, finder ud af det i løbet af ugen.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).


    Slaved through the Nautilus 1.0 milestone. It was though, but it was worth it. The installer was really a pain in the butt and caused the usual few firedrills ; eg. if run on a stock RH70 with glibc 2.1.9x, rpm could hang while waiting for /sbin/ldconfig would wait for someone to empty it's stderr output, good thing anyone tried on a stock 70 before we shipped.

    Other that libeazelinstall stuff and installer testing/fixing etc, haven't done much other hacking. With the new situation, I may get to work on other things, time will show.

    Yes! So we got the place we looked at at 16th Street, moving down there this weekend. My rent will go up by 200$, but I'll have a bigger room and my own bathroom, worth it (Og forhåbentlig mere renlige sloffer). And it's several blocks closer to the kilowatt, also a big plus.

    They called us on wednesday, saying that we had been ok'ed for the place - that was fine and all, but then we had to scrape up 11.000$ for the securiy deposit+1st months rent during thursday, a 6.600$ security deposit still seems insane to me, but so be it.

    The place is really nice, all new kitchen etc. But there are some really retarted aspects to it, like electric window openers (that suck at opening windows...)

    Went and saw Traffic last week (with the good ole neighbours), and then Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon yesterday at the IMAX (mmmm, imax...). They showed the Lord of The Rings trailer, yes!

    Og det ser ud til at Kvan kommer og hjemsøger mig om nogle uger, det kan man jo ikke sige nej til - håber han ta'r en guld tuborg eller to med.

    Da jeg meddelte at jeg ville flytte ud, var stemningen en kende trykket, men allerede nu kommer jeg bedre ud af det med de to kegler.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    The 1.0 burn is upon us. Last weed was a series of later nighters, but we're getting there.

    Applied Kesors network sync patch, but still haven't comitted it or anything, need to do that this week so he can test it still works sanely.


    So since last, pepper has left us, relocated to Atlanta (still working for eazel). We attended his housecooling, which was a simple excuse for drinking, much. Execpt for that, there hasnt' been much "life" lately, except for the occasional visit to the kilowatt.

    Eazel is going to finance my trip to Guadec, so somewhere around 6th till 9th of April, I'll be in Copenhagen, again. Excact dates will be disclosed when available.

    Naa, i den fortsatte saga om min husholdining, de sidste to uger har haft en del underholdning at byde paa. Vi har en praktikant (herefter omtalt som knaegten) i firmaet for et par maaneder. Han skulle jo bo et sted, og da han besoegte firmaet i august, kom han godt ud af det med den ranglede. Saa han spoe'r den ranglede om det er ok at stene paa vores sofa indtil han finder noget at bo it og faar et ja. Trolden og undertegnede siger ogsaa ok - og derefter gaar det bare galt.

    Knaegten som udover at snakke for meget er ganske flink er nemmerlig en normal person. F.eks. hjaelper han trolden med at goere rent, spoer' om lov til at se tv og gaar i send paa "normale" (foer tre) tidspunkter.

    Naamen den ranglede bliver altsaa ultrairriteret paa knaegten, bla. fordi han genta'r sit tv spoergsmaal da han ikke faar noget svar til at begynde med, ligeledes vover han at spoerge om den ranglede agter at hjaelpe med rengoering, endnu vaerre, han be'r den ranglede om lov til at sove klokken tre da den han stadigvaek sidder i sofaen med sin baerbare. Hvad er dog det for en opfoersel, tsktsktsk.

    Den ranglede anvender sine fantastiske kommunikations evner til at fortaelle knaegten at han skal ud (dvs. ender paa en sofa i firmaet, selvom vores chef proever at finde ham noget). Saa den ranglede sidder paa sofaen mellem os og chatter med nogle venner om hvor belastende knaegten er - se det er jo meget nemmere end at bede ham flytte ud.

    Derudover har de endnu ikke imponeret mig med deres husholdnings evner, f.eks. ligger der lige nu en donut paa gulvet ude i gangen. Muligvis har katten flyttet den derud, men kattens foedder matcher ikke de fodspor der er over i den...

    Saa jeg har vaeret lidt ude og kigge paa lejligheder, f.eks. er nabolejligheden (2V) fri, kun syttenhundrede om maaneden *gack*. Men har ogsaa set paa en fem-vaerelses som ligger mellem min nuvaerende bopael om stambaren - se det ville ikke vaere dumt. Det ville saa vaere med tre andre kolleger som alle ogsaa traenger til at flytte. Saa snart jeg finder noget underretter jeg ungerne om, at jeg vil goere som lykkelig kaerlighed og forsvinde (de vil ikke kunne se min roev for bar' fodsaaler).

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    The 1.0 burn is coming. Was a bit lazy after the PR3 burn, did some gnome-pilot hacking (added some gnome-vfs support and such). I'm far from doomed on the 1.0 list-of-fuckedness, but I'm sure there'll be some exciting all-nighter firedrills.

    And on a side note, GIGL!

22 Jan 2001 (updated 22 Jan 2001 at 03:00 UTC) »
    Went out with pepper, Jo, yakk, and other assorted Eazel personnel - in exciting Mountain View. Ah well, as long as the company is good, it's ok that the area sucks cold puke.

    Next day (saturday) I first wathched 5 hours of Red Dwarf on the Tivo (till my brain rotted), then went to a concert thingy with yakk and the neighbours. We went to see this dork. It was about as bad as suspected, but also as amusing as expected. The following band was a sad bunch of loser hippies who played crap music. The last band was called CIA (think it was Causing Is Awesome). First I feared it was going to be some poncey neo-gothic dweebs, but they actually played real well and had a good knack for live performance - but there was a shitload of religious crap mixed into the show, and I couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or if they actually meant it, hope it was the first.

    Today was also mostly spent in front of the tivo recovering from PR3, now it's time to check out the last bug.

    And as usual, goverment stuff works out in the last minute. I got my H1B approved, so I'll neither get one month of ballscratching TV watching vacation nor will I have to go to Denmark before guadec - crap...

    Fede nyheder, vores holdleder er blever "forfremmet" til leder af den ny gruppe "fremtids projekter" - dvs han suttede for meget som leder og da man ikke rigtig kan fyre sådan en uden at det ser skidt ud, sætter man ham til at lede sig selv og et par fantasivenner.

    Så nu har jeg atter en fornuftig chef og det har allerede på en uge sat en del tryk på udviklingen - fede tider' her igen.

    Begge unger er nu hjemme, lad os se om de kan holde hytten ren eller om jeg skal til at flytte sammen med min nyeste kollega.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    Well, PR3 crunch was done. robey, Robin and I had a terrible time trying to figure out what was up with the linking of rpm4. Basically, if we built the rpm rpm ourselves (which caused it not to link with both db1 and db3, but only db1), nautilus with installer stuff worked fine on RH70. If we used the stock Redhat rpm's we always got "Cannot open in DB3 format" because the binaries ended up linking with db3 last (the loader insert db3) - great horror.

    But otherwise the RH70 stuff still works, except that the rpm output has changed (and --percent still doesn't work), so the view and cli tool cannot parse the rpm output and therefore always reports packages as having failed.


    This is the worst jetlag I've ever had - saturday I go to bed at 8, get up at 21. sunday I go to bed at 14, get up at midnight, monday I go to bed at 19, get up at 3. Now it's 4 and I've just slept 5 hours on the couch at Eazel. This is going to suck.

    So other then going to bed at weird hours and working, nothing news since last time. Oh yeah, did take harper to his drivers test (so he could use my car). Unfortunately, on of the brakelights must have died while I was in .dk, so he couldn't take the test - doh.

    Tror trolden er blevet bange og ked af det eller såen. Hun har i hvert fald muget ud i badeværelset (tiltrængt) og har ikke rigtigt nærmet sig siden jeg kom hjem. Selvfølgelig har der heller ikke været megen chance for det med de sovetider jeg holder mig.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    Oh man the burn is bad at eazel. I've got over a hundred hour of bugs still open and like 72 hours to do them - *whine*. I don't think I'll have all of them done, but I'm going to try.

    rpm4 on rh7 is still being a pain in the arse, today Robey and I again played the game of figuring out why the automated build created binaries that could not open the rpm databases, whereas the eazel-hacking build can. Apparently the buildserver has a newer version of glibc, which (just for the fuck of it) loads libdb-3 (after libc!), just to make sure you have no clue in hell as to what is going on.

    And ofcourse there was a api change between rpm 4.0 and rpm 4.0.2... obviously.

    Back from vacation - three weeks in Denmark, not a bad thing. I'm not going to babble about what I was doing, as people who want to know already know.

    Came back wednesday around 20 o'clock, long tedious flight, with extra five hours in CDG, the reason was long and in french. Took a cab to the apt. and a fiery argument with the cabby who wanted 50$ for the trip even though he forgot to turn on the meter. I was baffled and extremely annoyed, so I reverted to the use-long-complex-danish-words and mingled in a few sentences about the normal charge being 35$ and if he would mind giving me a receipt in case I paid 50$ plus give me his name and yadayada. So he accepted the 35$ and fucked off - idiot.

    I crashed to bed immediately, and slept till about four, after which I was 50/50 awake/asleep. I finially got up around 8 and left for work. I was taking caltrain (since Car was parked at work), so I didn't get there till around 11 o'clock (three weeks of decent public transport spoiled me).

    The workday was mostly figuring out how fucked I am wrt the next milestone and dele^H^H^H^Hreading three weeks of irrelevant email. At 20 I sort of began to lose consciousness, and at 21 I decided to take a nap before driving home - so at 1 I woke up at the office, duh. Drove home and watched whatever Farscape and B5 the TiVo had saved for me. Went to bed around 7...

    Didn't get up till 15 today, spend the next few hours cleaning up after the kids had spend three weeks trashing the place. This is the last time I'm cleaning up after them, this was simply too gross. I don't ever again want to come home and find rotting pie on the kitches counter, a chesthigh pile of dirty dishes, pink-carbonated-sugar-water spillage in the living room and tons of various trash all around - most impressive.

    After that I went for food and finished with a pint of Pilsner at the kilowatt, then back for some more brainreconstitution in front of the telly. Now I guess I should actually begin to emit some code.

    Dagens oprydning var så slem, at jeg meddelte ungerne, at hvis de ikke opper sig over de næste uger, så er jeg den der er skredet. Lejekontrakten er med os alle tre, så hvis jeg skrider, kan de også blive sagt op. Hvis jeg alligevel skal arbejde hjemmefra mens jeg venter på mit nye visa, har jeg også god mulighed for at kigge på lejligheder.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    Helixcode apparently do not appreciate gob. They sent an email during the 10th (while I was somewhere between CDG and SFO) that they'd commit a gnome-pilot patch that would remove the gob dependency unless I complained. Obviously, I did not, so they comitted. So now I'm rolling that commit back out. I can partly see their argument against gob (it being a preprocessor etc yadayada), but frankly, anything is prettier and then gtk+ code, so they should rather use their efforts at making ORBit c++ compatible so I could rewrite gnome-pilot in c++.

    What can I say, I'm a bastard who hasn't updated his diary in almost a month. You'll endure it.

    Well, Bjerregaard went home (lucky bastard), it was a good little visit and I'm still amazed of the amount of cd's he managed to buy. I think he survived SF, but must have missed Kbh - pretty early after he got home, I got an email sent around 8am, explaining how he just left louises (again ; lucky bastard). But in two days time, I can join in on the fun - yay!

    What else has happened since then ; went barhopping in chinatown last saturday, that are some seedy bars in that area. So when you're sitting there sipping your crap beer, and this rather ugly but rather provocative dressed woman (I think) approaches you and asks if you're having a nice time or you'd like to have a nicer, what can you say, other then "no thanks, I'll stick to the beer - less health risk - but thanks...", lovely place.

    I've been harassing the kids I live with into acknowledging that some cleaning action is needed to keep the den-o-filth inhabitable, it looks like it is helping. It is almost like at grønjordskollegiet, except in this case they're technically older.

    My visa situation is still not good. My current visa/work permit expires 25/01, which leaves me with ca. 14 works days left (after vacation). So unless the H1B is approved while I'm in Denmark (and it starts snowing in Mountain View), I'll probably end up not working all of February. So you'll see me flipping burgers somewhere to make the rent, and running out the back door everytime the police drives by.

    Oh ja, det mest utrolige er sket - trolden scorede en eller anden nørd der var på besøg fra den der landmasse med kænguruer og kaniner. Og så havde vi århundredets mest røvsyge firmajulefrokost (det her er nok den mest tamme december jeg har haft i mange år) - eneste redning var den flaske ålborg ildvand bjerregaard havde bragt mig. Enkelte personer sammenlignede det dog med vinduespuds oa., de ved ikke hvad der er godt for dem.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off).

    Robey and I have begun the big libeazelinstall rewrite. It's progressing slowly but surely.

    I have come to realise, that while the gtkobject model holds a lot of small niceties, that it can no longer even reach c++. In gnome-pilot I had begun to use GOB to do my object building, simple slick and sweet. In nautilus we're stuck cutting and pasting vast amounts of code, spending 20 minutes just to whack a basic object together, 20 more minutes to make a function virtual, 20 minutes to create the signals and then 1-3 hours fixing cut'n'paste bugs.


    Now is where I could immerse myself in a long c/c++ discussion or I could just not. Let's suffice to say that I after playing with libsigc++, I've become ready to go back to c++ (unless someone writes a GOB2000/Cfront for gtkobjects).

    ja7, alt pænt jeg har sagt om gtkobjekt tager jeg i mig igen (næsten alt pænt, det har stadigvæk enkelte ok ting), c++ er bare nemmere i længden, og de sprøde ting fra gtkobjekt fik vi jo for det meste banket ind i neppen med tiden.

    Additionally, management keeps finding ways of screwing us in various small devious ways.

I'll be back next year.

23 Nov 2000 (updated 23 Nov 2000 at 05:05 UTC) »
    The pain - having Bjerregaard around is just plain old wonderfull, except for the pounding in my head,

    Went to the Alex Paterson (of orb) and Juno Reactor gig at some place called "Justice League". Paterson rocked pretty hard even though he more or less just turned lp's. Juno was pretty ok, although too much drum stuff imho. The place itself was not fantastic, don't think I'll be frequenting that joint except for other good musical events.

    After the gig, we went by a liquer shop, picked up some sixpacks of snabelvand, and went back to the den-of-filth to quench our thirst and tell tales of old days...

    We're going to skip the Vegas drive, and opt for the oldstyle slouching around. We actually began that yesterday, Monday night we went to a bar called Noc Noc for beer & chat. Their theme is Giger on LSD, defintely a nice place, although I was a bit annoyed over the low tables. Next morning, we went for breakfast at the local diner (mmm, coffee and omelet). The plan was ofcourse that I'd fuck off to work, but we just cruised over to Tower Records, shopped cd's and dvd's till we dropped and went back home. At this time, it was too late for me to go to work, since I'd have to drive back in time for the forementioned gig, so instead we stared tv while I did something that vaguely resembled work from the couch - all in all a good day.

    Som sædvaneligt har jeg mængder af ubesvaret post - hav tålmodighed folkens, jeg kæmper mig igennem det. Nu har jeg fået bekræftet, at det ikke bare er mig. Den gode Hr. Torben finder også at mine sloffer trænger til et hurtigt kursus i hvodden-man-gør-rent samt et liv. Nu må jeg så se om jeg gidder at begynder at opdrage på dem, eller om der bare skal indføres grønjordsregler og køkkenhøvdings diktatur.

    (summary for the danish impaired : fuck off). </ul>

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