the price of programming

I just had a tossing-and-turning bolt-upright cold-sweat nightmare about trying to fix a bug in the code I was working on last night.

I knew I was just a short ways away from a solution, but I couldn't make myself concentrate enough to actually fix the problem, so I just kept poking at the damn thing.

Damnit, it's not RIGHT for mere program code to give a man nightmares. (But then, I was working on Active Server Pages *twitch*, not something sensible and sane like C or Perl).

This is what happens when you spend too much time coding.

I'm now going to go and play Star Control until I can go back to sleep. (Bless you, Richard.)

inner rockstars

[msg(Anson)] damnit, it's not RIGHT for mere program code to do that!
[Anson(maxerg77@usr-9486.deman.net)] Kill it.
[msg(Anson)] bork.
[Anson(maxerg77@usr-9486.deman.net)] Kill it with Bjork? ...well, I'll try...
* Anson picks up Bjork and proceeds to bash the mere programming code into not doing that...only achieving the breaking of Bjork.
[msg(Anson)] no, with the swedish chef! bork bork bork!
[msg(Anson)] i don't want to break bjork
* Anson giggles
[Anson(maxerg77@usr-9486.deman.net)] Bjork is my inner rockstar
[msg(Anson)] the swedish chef is tougher
* Anson spangs the swedish chef.
[msg(Anson)] i don't know who my inner rockstar is. probably a combination of kurt harland and the guy from clan of xymox, with a little freddie mercury and dave gahan thrown in.
[msg(Anson)] so i'm a cyberpunk-goth-dramaqueen-depresshingsynthpop kind of guy :)
* Anson giggles.