A torrent of nightmares
April 9, 2007
Torrent is finally finished. I spent a total of two weeks on this baby and she's finally complete and (mostly) bug free. I've only found a couple glitches, and they're all in good fun. For example, you can impersonate a user in my system if you have the proper permissions, do stuff as that user, then click a button and go back to your own login. Turns out you can impersonate yourself, and you can even impersonate someone who has the impersonation permission, creating a sort of endless spiral of "go back to my login" buttons. I should probably fix that. Also if you delete a role you effectively disconnect all users connected to that role from the system. So, those are bad.
But performance is good. Using stored procedures on everything is really cool. While the additional performance is great and the improved security is nice, what the code monkey inside me really likes is the syntax coloring I can leave behind in Homesite. No more big blocks of ugly black text... all I have are slim, four-line
I'm also picking up a little side work thanks to sites the company I work for has to turn down for unfortunate reasons. Search engine optimization is of supreme importance, as is a new HTML+CSS refresh and some improved meta tags and semantic tags. As for the subject matter, let's just say it rhymes with... "pornography"
Oh, damn.
I've been experiencing some bizarre ESP this last week. Are the planets aligned in a particular fashion I'm unaware of? Last Friday I dreamt that myself and two other shadowy people pranked the house of somebody named "Jonathan Swift" or something. No, not that Jonathan Swift, really, just somebody with the initials "J.S." And then we were busted for it, but the person chewing me out was my new friend Daniel the network administrator. The only person I know named (in part) "J.S." reads this site, so... let me be the first to apologize for any offense I may have perpetrated towards you recently.
The next day I dreamt I was in church attending Easter service (weird, huh?). When the service let out, there was some sort of barrier preventing people from leaving. Not a spooky, Star Trek style energy field, just a sort of creepy, "no you can't leave" vibe. So I found a secret hatch to the basement where my friend Danny Vargo was assembling a car out of what could have been balsa wood to break out of there. I must have volunteered to go get something back in the church, because the next thing I knew I was wandering around the main chapel, the priests and religious folk running around looking for missing babies. I tried to find the hatch to get back to the basement, but I couldn't find it and was confronted by the priests and... then I woke up.
No, seriously: these were the two dreams I had in two nights, both very vivid and, well, I guess only one of them makes even the slightest bit of sense. Both of them left me feeling very refreshed when I got out of bed. Call a shrink.
Oh, and I got something very special in from Netflix. And special, in this case, means I got anime for someone else. If you've been looking for new episodes of Full Metal Panic, I've got disc five waiting for you. You know who you are. Hopefully.
