i crashed — damn near literally, after i almost fell asleep sitting upright in my desk chair, listening to loud Franz Ferdinand — sometime around eight or eight-thirty or so. (i’m a little fuzzy on the details.) michael had, very planning-aheadingly, brought in sleeping bags and pillows, so i swiped one and shut my office door. i would never before have guessed that i could sleep on an essentially-bare poured-cement floor, but i suppose so long as you’re tired enough (and have a pillow), many things are possible.
people let me sleep, and i finally woke on my own around 13h10. nothing had significantly changed since i went to “bed,” i don’t think; the sendmail mess tang and i had been slaving over for days now was still not working right (and oh boy do i have to write about that at some point, because (a) the sendmail milter docs are BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD and someone is going to PAY, and (b) this resulted in the absolute most fucked-up crazyniquischeme i have ever been involved with (and they didn’t earn the name crazyniquischeme lightly). fortunately it’s only on the development machine; production is still status quo. which is still kinda broken (don’t get me started) but at least the mail is delivered.
eventually.
we were waiting past midnight last night for a new rev of a product patch they wrote for us. turns out that the patch that they wrote to make the stupid thing syslog also resulted in random IMAP connection drops. and fortunately, as a pine user, i got to enjoy EVERY SINGLE LAST one of them, as when pine’s imap connection goes away, it doesn’t silently reconnect, it makes you re-open the folder. everybody using GUI clients didn’t notice, but it was making me batshit crazy all day thursday and friday. sometimes i’d go two hours without the connection dying; other times, it would die within five minutes of the last death. oh man. i’m glad they patched it. it is, however, unfortunate, that they decided to transfer the new version of the patch to us via e-mail yesterday . . . considering that the e-mail system was down. i think max was ready to leap through the telephone and bring the pain, at one point.
there was other shit going down, and i could continue to go on . . . but i really need to shut my face and get back to fixing broken shit.
i need some sleep.
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