There are no answers.
And I am no longer sure what the question is.
And I am no longer sure what the question is.
w00t!
Somehow, I managed to hose the database. I don’t know quite how, but I hosed it real good like. Since I had so little in the gallery, I just blanked it and created a fresh db in MySQL5 and reimported my pictures. What little commentary I may have added I’ll hunt down and put back in the fullness of time.
I’m also going to start uploading more stuff. And with the new camera, I’ll have more stuff already digital.
The gallery is here.
In the process of upgrading to Gallery 2.2, I nuked my installation. How? Stupidity. I figured “hey, why not take this opportunity to migrate the database to MySQL 5″. Bad move. Something got horked in the database move, and most of the pretty went with it. And it was down hill from there. It was only about 50 pictures, so no harm, no foul -I’ll just re-import them and everything will be fine.
Long story short: I wiped it out, and started with a clean slate. I know it was the database move because doing the same thing to my mother’s gallery without changing the database yielded a perfect upgrade. Of course, since I haven’t shown her how to use it yet, she has no pictures in it.
Lesson - upgrade one thing at a time, kids.
The secret to keeping your man happy? Fuck him.
I wonder if this will make the cover of Time Magazine as a Startling Revelation.
Seriously. I get mail all the time with no name in the return address, no logo or text on the envelope. Just a return address somewhere in Delaware, usually Wilmington.
And every single time, it’s yet another application from some company promising me a GREAT LOW INTRODUCTORY RATE!
Is there some way to just reject all mail from Delaware? Seriously - I don’t actually do business with anyone there, and I don’t know anyone in Delaware.
All these guys are doing is making work for my shredder.
That is all.
Ok, a bit of an exaggeration. Dog has learned that Good Things come in boxes, especially ones with crinkly bags in them. So I get the “where’s mine?” look from dog, and I throw her a piece of cereal.
It’s still on the floor. She sniffed it, and prodded it, and licked it, but decided to leave it there.
There’s no pleasing some people.
and her 6.99% rate. This machine keeps calling me. They tell you to push 8 to be taken off their calling list, and pushing 8 always yields something along the lines of “that selection is not valid”. So this time, I pushed 9, like they want you to, so I could talk to a “live operator”
So I get the operator, who asks me if I’m calling about low interest rates. I inform her that no, I’m not, and you have called a business, and would you please stop. Her response?
OK, we’ll call back tomorrow.
That would be unwise.
It’s April 28th.
There are no leaves on the trees. The trees that normally blossom in the first week or two of April have just started to blossom now (actually, they started during the little hot flash at the beginning of the week). It’s been cold and wet.
I’d go as far as to say that we’re a good 2 to 3 weeks behind. Which means that harvest time is going to be delayed, which means produce prices are going up.
None of which would be a problem if we would get some of that damnable global warming the leftoids keep promising us.
Or not. Either AARP has a funky sense of humor (note, I’m not laughing), or their database is suffering from cephalo-rectal impaction.
That’s right, I got a membership registration from AARP today. Thirteen years before I’m eligible. Not that I’d join them anyhow, but that’s not the point.
Could you at least TRY not to offend me today?