October 26th, 2006

documentation, writing, quill

Data Recovery and other little joys.

Turbo got my backup to me. I transferred the writing over first. Now I'm formatting my archival partition in preparation for a full restoration. Glee. My file structure was, indeed, intact. I haven't yet tested everything, but ... things are there. I also succeeded in putting the spare drive into the enclosure, which was sort of necessary for finding out about the file structure. Go, me.

I also succeeded at reading to /friends?skip=560. Granted, I was away for pretty much two days, but y'all are a verbose lot. Not that I'm complaining about that.

The return of my spare hard drive, now with bonus backup data on it, means that Turbo has his new image server up. This may mean my dedicated machine brought up soon. That will mean no more musical computers. Today I did something that will mean less musical computers. Snarky Lady and I are at this point sharing a primary machine; each of us has semi-sensitive materials saved to the machine's HD, in favor of storing them in an unsecured location on the WAN. However, all things in my files are things that it would be OK for her to access; ditto with her files and me. So I poked at the folder permissions. She was logged in and gave me the go-ahead, so I set her user folder on the machine to give me access permissions, and then logged her out and logged me in to do the same from my direction. It worked. She was surprised.

Pink Shirt Guy seems very pleased with my general competence and so forth. He stopped by when I was having lunch to tell me that he thought that I was/would be "a find" -- one of the random people sifting up from phone goon into long-term company employment, and possibly even management. Besides the people at management level, he named Shocking Gum Super as another part of the stable core crew.

If I know myself, I'll wind up revolutionizing the area in some fashion, and then flit off to the next part of the company that I notice really needs my skills in some random way. I get bored very easily, and when I get bored, I get lazy. When I get lazy, I make the computer do my work, enough so that someone else who can follow instructions can come in behind me and clean up things and make things work. But I have to master this position before I can think about taking over.

I am still with the unholy glee about the prospect of acquiring a possible cubicle. I have a Snakes on a Plane poster that needs a home. I wound up writing something completely random for group, an attempt to describe the state of mind caused by some of the weekend events. I should finish that up when I get a chance.

meacu1pa proposed a writing session next week. I embraced that with all due enthusiasm. kilarneyblarney volunteered to take the part of the class who had stuff to read/didn't want to just sit around and write. Whee, teamwork!

We did the Red Devil pizza thang. I would think that it's a better few-random-people spot than a writer's group spot. It's too crowded and noisy for me on anything like a regular basis, and I would want to keep an eye on the budget in advance of it.

When I got my new computer chair at Target last night, I noticed a water bottle that looked strangely familiar. Yes, Target's sports section has relatively decently-priced water bottles that seem to be of the same design as the water bottles that FlyLady pimps out. They are indeed really nifty. The top is relatively easily flippy, but not too easy. It can be done one-handed, but shouldn't do accidentally. There is a straw that pops up. However, this straw is flexible bendy and gel-like, rather than a leaky hard plastic straw. It is the flexibility of the straw that makes the thing seal: the straw is bent over by the telescope-dome lid (I swear, it looks like a big telescope installation) and forms the seal, rather than relying on tightly-machined plastic parts to do a whole lot of the sealing-the-active-drinking-bits part that goes blooey with other straw-topped bottles.

Bastard Operator from Hell, for those who haven't met him.
Senate troop support report card. Notice the party polarity.
Exotic particles!
Order and Chaos, Escher

Geek High

pyrogenic identified one of the geek needs. I'm not entirely sure where it goes on the hierarchy of needs, but it's fairly basic for a geek-type. Problem-solving. There is this incredible sense of satisfaction and accomplishment when a sufficiently complex problem has been solved, especially when it is solved elegantly. It's a very giddy high, and it's possibly the reason why geeks seeking such a high engage in the classic addictive behaviors with their work. (Normal people leave work at work and go home. Hardcore programmers don't just stay overnight because it's OMG DEADLINE; it's because if they work at it a little bit longer they might SOLVE it.) (And, of course, I'm simplifying.) But there's a definite high associated with serious heavy geeking of the problem-solving variety. Like pyrogenic, the world is less good if I go without it.

Simple problems don't do it for me anymore. As I learn more and more about computers, I go for hairier and hairier problems. I'm an office-geek, not a true programmer, so I don't write apps for the workplace; I just make spreadsheets and untangle random messes. Making a simple spreadsheet no longer has the same buzz value that it used to. I have to start looking for more and more intense geek highs.

And when the high hits, there's this intense need to share it with someone else. When your favorite geek comes up to you and starts going "I just ___ !!!" it's not necessarily a childlike desire for praise. It's them attempting to share this extreme elation with someone else. Best, of course, is sharing it with someone who will Get It without explanation. But if there's no one around who will Get It, the nearest possible quasi-geek will do.

I've been known to be so giddy on a geek high that I've just had to share, and have randomly babbled to very non-technical co-workers, to the point of giving them mini-trainings in the subject in question so that they can properly appreciate and share in the excellent high that I am on. That does not always work out so well...