Because when you are old you do not want to wander one step closer to being in the next year of your life.
I'm 33 and 3/4. ;) I'll be 34 in August.
And I say "up in my grill" all the time too! lol.
I was going to get really drunk on Friday night. Half the girls were off at end-of-the-school-year parties. The other half go to bed pretty early. Donna was working the late shift at the fabric store. My mother was out with friends doing what they do best. Gossiping with eyes closed while she wags her index finger in tiny, manicured circles.
But when I got home I got a hankering to ...wait... did I just say hankering? That reminds me... I'm trying to write younger. Hankering is not younger. Hankering is the kind of thing uranium prospectors in the red hills of southern Utah in the fifties would say. Like, "I'm hankering for a glass of whiskey and some jerky. I reckon I'll ride my mule into town and sit a spell in the saloon."
The reason I want to young it up is because Thursday night, when I went to Heather Armstrong's book signing, Heather said to me, "Oh, I thought you'd be old... and fat... and bald. From your writing you sound old." Jon stepped in and clarified, "That is to say, your voice is older than you seem. We just thought you'd be an older person."
I'm sure that has more to do with the fact that I'm much too young to have children as old as I have. But still, the royal family of the internet told me, albeit charmingly and politely, that they think I sound old. That is to say, my voice is older than I seem.
So, yo check it out. I was all like totally hanging around the crib on Friday night cuz my old lady and the 'rents weren't all up in my grill about my shiznit. I was gonna get like totally wasted on Zima and Natty Lite when I thought, "dude, I should prolly get me some web 2.0 on my blog."
And that's what I did. I started banging away at this very site to give it a tune-up. I've been meaning to add the ability to upload video from my iPhone and fix up a couple of minor bugs that have been lingering for a while. Nothing major though. Just a little code.
Without boring you with too many details, I had to install a couple of libraries and scripts to let the videos stream without you guys having to wait for the whole thing to download. And it went pretty well. In fact, by about midnight I'd gotten a bunch of stuff knocked off the list and found myself at a stopping place.
Everything wasn't done but everything I had done was working. I should have gone to bed then. Instead, I got the bright idea to write some code to automatically generate thumbnail images from the videos. A little research told me I needed another PHP library installed. That's when things got ugly.
The library needed some dependent libraries. Those libraries required some configuration changes. Those changes jacked up the web server. Which I tried to re-configure. Which only caused everything to break. The wheels came off and by about three o'clock Saturday morning I gave up trying.
I fired off an email to my friend Matt who had been over earlier in the evening and who shares the web server with me. Really, he keeps it up and running despite the fact that I'm always breaking things. It would be up to him to bail me out again.
I went to bed. Like magic the next morning, he had the server up and running again. There were some tense moments after that though when I though I was going to lose all the custom features I've built. But a few updates to the site later, the site was back up. Including the ability to upload video from my iPhone and automatically generate thumbnails.
I probably should have just gotten really drunk instead. I'd have gotten more sleep.
Oh, in case you're wondering. I'm thirty-four... And a half.
Filed under - Misc | TechnologyBecause when you are old you do not want to wander one step closer to being in the next year of your life.
I'm 33 and 3/4. ;) I'll be 34 in August.
And I say "up in my grill" all the time too! lol.
"From your writing . . ."
If Dooce were familiar enough with my writing to have preconceived ideas about me (however outlandish, or even true), I'd consider all that time wasted on computer-related frustrations to be, after all, consecrated for the greater good of mankind.
You lost me at hello with all your technical talk. It was like listening to some of the 19yr old geek techie boys I work with.I am very immpressed. Mind you, I am also 41 and find people who can program the recordable dvd aweinspiring...
This isn't going to become a technology blog. There are plenty of those doing it much better than I ever could.
Oh boy... do I say this? ;)
This is my very first time here, and the very first post of yours that I've read, so bear in mind that I had ONLY THAT to go on and nothing more.
Until I saw your video a bit further below, I thought you were a girl!
Clearly, NOT a girl! ;)
(In my defense, or maybe your defense... it might just be because so many bloggers are female so my assumptions (bad assumptions!) probably went to "female" by default.)
34? I don't even remember 34..
You are clearly a baby.. and Zima and Natty? OMG.. THAT will age you.
I'm cracking up that Melissa thought you were a girl :-)
Maybe you just need a large picture of a chainsaw somewhere. No.... then people might think you're a lesbian. NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
-Videos. More videos. I think that might be the ticket.
And MP? :P~~~~~
By the way, that's how I got to your blog. Blame her.
PS: Oh... I just saw what a preview of what this comment will look like if I DON'T enter a subject line. That's not good! Oh what the heck, I'll leave it! ;)
You're old enough to be my somewhat much younger brother. I wondered what was up with the blog, I was getting some WEIRD pages and errors when I tried to check in.
Everything back to normal at Fiddley Gomme. Things are as they should be. Hee hee. :)
Sorry. Don't know her. Don't know why her blog is so popular. She looks bony and mean. And you, I've met you, and you are cute (can a lesbo call a guy cute without it sounding weird) and you make great beer and have many talents. So there. ISTTITNOJC, Amen.
It's never seemed weird to be called cute by anybody. Feel free to do it as much as you want. Bring a friend.
Wait... you're a lesbian?
As for bony and mean. Well, she is thin. And tall. If she's mean, she certainly didn't let on to me in the three minutes and forty-five seconds I was around her.
That's more than I can say about Sean Penn. Remember that? What an asshole.
You do pretty good on that tech talk for someone in his 80s.
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