Judas Gutenberg's rule
Monday, February 24 2014
This morning I discovered that an attempt last night to push a git repository to a QA server had gone horribly awry. Somehow my local repository was some weird merger of a new project and a very old one, and what had been pushed was a combination of all the files from both projects. What a mess! Looking at the situation further, it seemed that the directory for the old project had simply turned into the directory for the new project, and all the files I'd put in there recently were mere additions to the sprawling mess of the old project. This was fixable, but only after I'd remembered how to use git commit. (The only way that I ever want to issue that command is in the form git commit -a -m 'COMMENT', though somehow I'd forgotten about the -a flag, which it is pretty much useless without.)
I screamed at my computer, "It's so fucking complicated!" All this talk of "injectors" without any satisfactory definition of what an injector actually is. All I wanted to do was implement some click-instigated dynamic HTML generation using data from a database. Doing so is easy in traditional AJAX (which at this point I know very well; I'm talking about the pre-jQuery version of the language). But no, evidently there's something too linear and direct about traditional AJAX that makes everyone cast about for new frameworks and meta-frameworks to learn. At this point, the traditional LAMP Stack has more layers than the geologic column, with the topmost layers constantly being eroded away and replaced by whatever happens to be fashionable. Don't get me wrong, AngularJS seems to have a lot of potential, but for now I kind of hate it.
Part of my frustration with Angular was a result of a general feeling of suddenly being overworked. It's not just that I still have Lightroom plugin work to do, or that that schoolmarmish professor from Pace University has started bothering me again about bugs on those Business Simulation games that I helped build for her (I fixed one of those bugs today and it took one or two precious hours of my afternoon to diagnose and then fix). It's also that Mark (that friend I share with Ray who randomly appears every now and then) needed help fixing a bug on his website. And then Gretchen came home from the bookstore and expressed dismay that I've yet to fix our Honda Civic Hybrid and that she's tired of driving the Subaru. Somehow I thought she'd be having the car worked on when the tires are replaced (which they need to be; the two year old tires from Mavis Discount tire are already balding).
The problem with the Honda is that it's been dragging parts of its plastic belly shielding on the road. A couple weeks ago I'd tried to drive it up onto the plastic tire ramps so I could fix it, but the ice in the driveway had made it impossible. That ice only disappeared two or three days ago. When Gretchen wondered about the car, it was the one additional demand that threw me into a rage (one worsened by an empty stomach). I went out into the cold (which, by late this afternoon, was being worsened by the approaching Polar Vortex), dug the plastic ramps out of the snow bank, and got the car up onto them. In the past I've repaired the plastic shielding with zip ties, but today I used steel wire. There is a large steel part of the undercarriage frame that lacks attachment points, though that's precisely where the plastic shielding would best be riveted or bolted. I didn't have any way to do that, so I ran the wire over some other inconveniently-located piece of metal instead. I have a feeling someday I'll have to revisit this issue again.
In my failed attempt to get the car up on the ramps two weeks ago, I'd managed somehow to pull the whole front body of the car off its skeleton. Securing it back in place would have required replacing the crappy plastic rivets that had originally secured it. I don't stock such things. Instead I installed some metal screws that sort of held. Having to make such compromises in the face of such crappy engineering further worsened my mood, but at least I got the car back together in time for Gretchen to drive it to her new volunteer gig teaching literacy to women prisoners in the Ulster County Jail.
I felt kind of bad for having been mean to Gretchen, so I had a dinner of rice and beans waiting for her when she came home after 8:00pm.
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