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June 30, 2004
Item one fifty-one on today's glitch list
I am totally unappreciated in my time. We can run the whole park from this room, with minimal staff, for up to three days. You think that kind of automation is easy? Or cheap? You know anybody who can network eight Connection Machines and de-bug two million lines of code for what I bid this job? Because I'd sure as hell like to see them try.
Posted by sgowell at 11:18 AM | Comments (0)
Rachel Jean Gowell
My new neice is here.
Rachel Jean Gowell
Born 5:58 AM June 30th, 2004
9 lbs 1 oz. 21"
Pictures here
Posted by sgowell at 07:49 AM | Comments (0)
June 18, 2004
Coming in at #91 its GMAIL!!
So ... thanks to Tom Bridge, I now have a Gmail account.
All it took was a little joke :)
Thanks again Tom!
Posted by sgowell at 03:34 PM | Comments (0)
Listen up you primitive screwheads...
216 != ((416)/2)
216 = 65536
((416)/2) = 2147483648
SWEET MERCIFUL CRAP!
Posted by sgowell at 09:32 AM | Comments (0)
June 15, 2004
SSDD
'Nuff Said
Listening to: Stance Punks - Mayonaka Shounen Totsugeki Dan
Posted by sgowell at 01:38 PM | Comments (1)
June 10, 2004
I can get Sushi delivered?!?
... as it turns out, only on Sunday
I am surprised at 2 websites that only service my local area. Both are pertaining to food, and both appear to have been created to appeal to the young Internet Savvy crowd.
1. RestaurantDB - Well Designed, Dynamic Database Driven website, that catalogs most (if not all) of the restaurants in the Lansing Area from almost to Grand Ledge, to Okemos. Viewable Menus and Maps a plus.
2. Simpledine - Definately designed to cater to the college crowd. Simpledine is a network which places orders online to various partner restaruants. Viewable Menus, Coupon System, Credit Card Ordering, a deadly combination for those in need of a quick bite at lunch, or a midnight snack.
Posted by sgowell at 01:12 PM | Comments (0)
June 08, 2004
"Diablo walks the Earth"
I wish I could go to lunch with my brother more often. I have only been able to in the past, when I gone down to his place for the weekend. I wish there was just a place where we could me up and talk, for less than an hour, to talk about anything, even only once a week. It would really make my week.
spawned from: here
Posted by sgowell at 09:33 AM | Comments (0)
June 07, 2004
Why outsourcing is bad - Part 1
My family has DirecTV. The Tier 1 Customer Service has not been able to help any of us every time anyone in my family has called regarding service, billing, or hardware issues.
Issue #1: My father is a retiree of GM. One perk that GM people have is that they recieve a discount for DirecTV service. After my father signed up for the service, he had to go through the hassle of getting our account authorized for the discount. Every month, we recieve a bill that is not discounted, and every month my father calls DirecTV to get it taken care of, and their Customer Service says, "Just pay the bill minus the discount, and we will take care of it". 6 months later, we still recieve bills without the discount taken care of.
Reason for problem: Tier 1 Call Center has no way to edit billing to deduct this discount.
Fix for problem: Have a call record for our account showing that this is a repeat issue, and escalate problem to Tier 2 Customer Service.
-more to come-
Posted by sgowell at 03:50 PM | Comments (0)
June 03, 2004
Often-Wrong Soung
... that's what they used to call you right?
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
I hate getting songs (even small pieces) stuck in my head
Abdul Abulbul Amir
Written By: Percy French
Copyright Unknown
The sons of the prophet were hardy and bold,
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest of these was a man, I am told
Named Abdul Abulbul Amir.
This son of the desert, in battle aroused,
Could spit twenty men on his spear.
A terrible creature, both sober and soused
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
When they needed a man to encourage the van,
Or to harass the foe from the rear,
Or to storm a redoubt, they had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.
There are heroes aplenty and men known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar;
But the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool
And perform on the Spanish Guitar.
In fact, quite the cream of the Muscovite team
Was Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The ladies all loved him, his rivals were few;
He could drink them all under the bar.
As gallant or tank, there was no one to rank
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man," quoth Bulbul, "has life grown so dull,
That you're anxious to end your career?
Vile infidel! Know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
"So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar;
By this I imply you are going to die,
Mr. Ivan Skavinsky Skivar."
Quoth Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear,
For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive,
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir!"
Then this bold mameluke drew his trusty chibouque
With a cry of "Allah Akbar!"
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
They parried and thrust and they side-stepped and cussed
'Till their blood would have filled a great pot.
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on that spot.
They fought all that night, 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar;
And great multitudes came, so great was the fame
of Abdul and Ivan Skivar.
As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life -
In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!" - -
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
The sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer;
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Czar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
A loud-sounding splash from the Danube was heard
Resounding o'er meadows afar;
It came from the sack fitting close to the back
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skovar.
There's a tomb rises up where the blue Danube flows;
Engraved there in characters clear;
"Ah stranger, when passing, please pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the pale polar star;
And the name that she murmurs as oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skivar.
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