Wednesday afternoon
I feel a cold coming on. I've felt like this since trying to go to sleep last night. I developed a scratchy, sore feeling near where the air passage from the nose enters the throat (I think you know what I'm talking about) and it feels like the sinuses are draining. I hope I have better luck getting to sleep tonight.
Of course, that will also entail Jasmine settling down after I go to bed. She has a tendency to be very rambunctious at night, and spends the time running from one end of the bed to the other. It'd be funnier if I wasn't trying to sleep. She's such a nut.
I've been trying to get a web search to work that's driving me spare. I think I got it; the problem is that it doesn't work the same as all of the other web searches, so I'm going to have to do something different with this one to generate the feed to the customer. No major problem, just a pain in the ass. I did get a chance to play with Perl, sed and awk to try and create a file, but had no luck stripping the line feed characters off the records.
Kind of like learning to type with both hands again. I don't have too much trouble on the laptops, but the keyboard for the Mac gives me trouble, so I'm back to one handing it. I must be holding down one of the keys that make the keyboard emulate a foreign alphabet keyboard, so I end up typing with an alphabet which is part English, part Greek, part Cyrillic. Very weird.
I was happy to hear that Rich "Goose" Gossage was elected to the Hall of Fame. He spent his first years with the White Sox, and was lights-out when he was in Chicago (Harmon Killebrew said so). Bill Veeck-as-in-wreck traded him and Terry Forster to Pittsburgh so he could borrow Richie Zisk for a year in 1977. I never forgave him for that, or for being a Cubs fan despite owning the White Sox. Not to mention those goofy uniforms he made them wear...
My connection to the office closed down, and my connection to SmoothJazzTampaBay.com is getting spotty. It's a sign. Hasta manana
Of course, that will also entail Jasmine settling down after I go to bed. She has a tendency to be very rambunctious at night, and spends the time running from one end of the bed to the other. It'd be funnier if I wasn't trying to sleep. She's such a nut.
I've been trying to get a web search to work that's driving me spare. I think I got it; the problem is that it doesn't work the same as all of the other web searches, so I'm going to have to do something different with this one to generate the feed to the customer. No major problem, just a pain in the ass. I did get a chance to play with Perl, sed and awk to try and create a file, but had no luck stripping the line feed characters off the records.
Kind of like learning to type with both hands again. I don't have too much trouble on the laptops, but the keyboard for the Mac gives me trouble, so I'm back to one handing it. I must be holding down one of the keys that make the keyboard emulate a foreign alphabet keyboard, so I end up typing with an alphabet which is part English, part Greek, part Cyrillic. Very weird.
I was happy to hear that Rich "Goose" Gossage was elected to the Hall of Fame. He spent his first years with the White Sox, and was lights-out when he was in Chicago (Harmon Killebrew said so). Bill Veeck-as-in-wreck traded him and Terry Forster to Pittsburgh so he could borrow Richie Zisk for a year in 1977. I never forgave him for that, or for being a Cubs fan despite owning the White Sox. Not to mention those goofy uniforms he made them wear...
My connection to the office closed down, and my connection to SmoothJazzTampaBay.com is getting spotty. It's a sign. Hasta manana