there's nothing like emergency coding at night to revive oneself. this stimulating state of quiet panic, not entirely dispersed by the fact that the code works... ah. argh.
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uncle is making progress, dammit! two days ago he was awake and almost certainly recognized Mom and cousin and reacted to their words, like, to the message. today he looked like he wanted to ask [for] something. knock on wood, he just might make it compos mentis...
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speaking of. his ex-wife called [married long ago, divorced long ago, 2 daughters older than me, not particularly eager to maintain any contact with their father]. she asked for Mom, who stepped out, and all but wept at me, and told me that now she had a reason to thank Mother for her condolences a year ago when her [the ex's] mother died. I... know I am not the most socially adequate person, but, like... didn't she have a perfectly good reason for such gratitude a year ago? did somebody else in the family had to nearly die to somehow make it even? WTF, pardon my French???
...compos mentis, aha.
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being obsessive, I have downloaded a copy of Golden Eye my computer can stomach. well, squee. diluted by a strong and persistent want to hit Mr Bond, repeatedly, with something designed for maximal damage, but a squee nevertheless. mean, Sean Bean looks so very serious about shooting 'em up you want to dip his character in some cold water & drag him away from politics. kicking and screaming. mmm.
there are now zombie plot bunnies ^TM, munching happily on "stubborn son of a bitch, who has to be most thoroughly killed to stop, and then not entirely for certain" thingy. "free fall," "breathing fire" and "golden eyes" are also on menu. gimme a shovel, pretty please?
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and, like a good girl, I've worked through seasons 1 and 2 of The X-Files. the first thought I had, sad though it is, was, "Dear God, we were so young..!" *facepalm* but though the game is sad & long and I've grown snobby & cynical, it's still awesome. on the new levels '-)
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oh, and! though still in Ithilien, I've parted with its rangers. it was - as well as for Frodo & Sam, I guess, - a strange experience, uneasy, thrilling, dream-like. to be written up as soon as I get my wits together...

Tags: bryce, lotr, rl, videogasm
mood: excited

I have just talked a poor McAfee Customer Support representative into saying, "Thank you for your kind corpatation." I can only hope I did not corpatate him too much, if kindly.
*headdesk* I am but a girl at the end of the working week, not to mention Bryce, and almost at the end of my strength, both physical & mental. representative Alan, sorry.
...but #-)

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in other headdesk-worthy news, JSF. oh, JSF. I trust you are mighty and cool. but between lame internet connection, faulty Bryce computers, seriously fucked up Eclipse and elementary lack of information... it was a trying lesson.
imagine a simple form: several text fields and a button. just for show. I go and ask the program to display a field's property. the button disappears. what the, pardon my French, fuck??
a better one: there are 2 pages of the same type, with the very same declarations, definitions etc., differring only in page text. yet one of the pages is considered okay by Eclipse, and the other - full of errors. when I asked our instructor why, pray, it was so, his first answer was, "Well, that is because you are not connected to the Internet." so, for one page the computer is connected to the Net, and for its twin neighbour it is not. I must've had NO WAI capslocked across my face, 'cause the instructor reconsidered quickly #-) we ended up creating a new blank page and copying all content onto it... and it worked. *climbs a wall* whyyy?!!

Tags: bryce, rl
mood: cranky

this shit really, really needs to stop. mean, I want us to survive this fcked up year! first I leave my magic Advil bottle at home & feel so rotten I have to flee from work, then Mother is hit by a serious dental fck-up - in addition to a cold and an inflamed nerve, then I read my f-list and just... no. not cool. not on at all.
*headdesk*
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and I still cannot quite figure out how the servlets work together. by bless'd reload and a swear word, aye, but there ought to be a logical, scientific explanation, right?

Tags: bryce, rl
mood: stressed

Java: today we learned the three ways of passing parameters to a servlet. a first & last name of a person, for example.
[1] set initial parameters for the servlet: worked fine.
[2] load a form, fill a form, pass form data to the servlet: worked after a number of reloads with some swearing but no action from yours truly.
[3] set global parameters for the entire project, available to all servlets: something works. the server loads, the page loads, the name is displayed. but where in the code it says, "Tomer Cohen," the browser shows a "John Doe."
the hell, gentlefolk? there is no John Doe anywhere in the code. there is no letter combination looking anything like 'John Doe'. am freaked! what gives..?!

Tags: bryce
mood: мну офигевает