A "highly critical public service announcement" from Drupal [LWN.net] "Automated attacks began compromising Drupal 7 websites that were not patched or updated to Drupal 7.32 within hours of the announcement of SA-CORE-2014-005 - Drupal core - SQL injection. You should proceed under the assumption that every Drupal 7 website was compromised unless updated or patched before Oct 15th, 11pm UTC, that is 7 hours after the announcement."
Impressive. I think this is an appropriate place to quote one of my father's aphorisms: "A locked car with an open window is NOT a locked car."
If PHP is your open window, you may as well leave the keys on the dashboard where they're easy to see.
Hmm. Not too bad of a week, though I did spend much of it depressed. I got myself an early Father's Day present in the form of a refurb 10" Galaxy Tab 3. I also upgraded my netbook to Ubuntu 14.04. Both had glitches at first; the tablet is back to normal after I removed a couple of apps, one of which was apparently slowing it down to the point where the touchscreen became unresponsive.
Quick tip: if the touchscreen works fine for a little while after a reboot, then becomes unresponsive, blame an app that's hogging the CPU. Some of the apps out there are absolute crap.
Turns out dentists these days are making crowns by milling them out of a solid block of ceramic with a CNC mill. Cool!
Yesterday I had a pretty good session with my doctor -- or rather my doctor's substitute while my doctor is out on maternity leave. Labwork, advice, and a higher dose of antidepressant. Hopefully that will help.
Notable quotes of mine from elsenet: (wisdom from the middle-aged bear?) "Balm throwers as the opposite of bomb throwers." "#NotAllChristians sounds a lot like #NotAllMen." The latter sparked an interesting discussion on FB, with thoughtful people pointing out that whether it's meant as derailing or educational depends on the intended audience. Me, I'm not a Christian, so...( raw notes, with links )
I'd originally wanted to clear this out a week ago, and do a separate post for OVFF. Well, ... not so much, I guess.
OVFF was very good. I went into it very concerned over leaving Colleen with Emmy for the weekend -- if I'd known when I made the reservations just where she was in her recovery, I wouldn't have. But she had a good time without me anyway, and the YD really outdid herself taking care of her and keeping her company. So I was able to relax and enjoy the con after all.
And it was a good con; I'd missed it a lot. As usual, I spent most of my time either in concerts, or talking to people. Met a couple of new ones, which is always nice.
Also as usual, I didn't have time to do nearly as much catching up and song-swapping as I wanted to. Not sure what can be done about that, except maybe trying to keep up my blogging.
We got a reasonable number of Trick or Treaters for Halloween, but still had a lot of candy left over for the party.
Quote of the week:
Colleen, as I was getting comfortable in bed beside her: Now you have your pussy.
Me: I'd rather have your pussy.
Curio: picked exactly that moment to pounce in between us. Perfect timing.
A few good links in the notes.( raw notes )
Somehow it doesn't seem as though much happened. A quick look at the house shows that this is not entirely true -- huge progress has been made on the improvements, tens of thousands of dollars have been flung around with abandon (including a 50% down payment on the landscaping, and starting a household checking and savings account), the front yard, massage studio, and lower front bedroom have been torn apart, several new holes have appeared, and so on.
None of this was my doing, of course, except for the financing. I have merely been plugging along at my job, filing the inevitable extension on my taxes, and generally muddling along considerably more slowly than I would like.
This week's quote/self-observation comes from Friday: "Middle-sized bears are extremely timid creatures, but are occasionally so oblivious that it doesn't matter."
Meanwhile, Seattle has been declared #2 among the 12 best places to live in the U.S.. San Francisco is #1. I think the Twin Cities cheated, with Minneapolis nabbing 12th place and St. Paul coming in 10th. (The differential doesn't surprise me -- St. Paul is a university town.)
Other good links amongst the notes, as usual.( raw notes )
So, welcome to 2013. So far it's starting out pretty well, with three very productive days at work, and spurts of productivity at home as well. I've done some walking, though not as much as I'd like, and even a little practicing. Colleen and I went to our doctor's appointments on Saturday. I get to stay off my morning BP meds! Colleen, OTOH, needs to go back on hers.
And Thursday was our 38th wedding anniversary! We celebrated by going out for dinner-for-two at Anthony's seafood restaurant in Alderwood. Dinner consisted mostly of molluscs - a double helping of oysters, clams, muscles, and clam chowder. Plus drinks and dessert.
The free test coverage tool in Eclipse is pretty good. Fun!
We had house guests on Sunday; anyone in the Seattle area who wants to visit is welcome to come on over, given a few hours' notice.
Quote of the week:
Colleen: What are you depressed about?
Me: Depression doesn't need a reason.
As well as the year is going, I'm still apparently feeling pretty depressed and very, very stressed. I think I'm trying to do too much, but there's no helping it. I was kind of shocked to find that Colleen's last hospitalization was in 2009, only a little less than 4 years ago. It feels longer.
For you TV fans out there, here's a great write-up about the plot holes in WWII on the history channel.( raw notes )
OK, I guess that could also have been "done this month". Felt like it, too. Between a dentist appointment (crown prep, only I think I also ended up getting a root canal out of the deal), and some unexpected errand-running, I ended up missing about 6 hours worth of work. Managed to make up most of it, but not all. PTO would have been really nice to have had.
On the other hand, it was a pretty productive week, both at work and at home. So I'm not going to complain too much. I am going to complain, though. I Do Not Need the many kinds of stress that I had to deal with. No, I'm not going into details; you can probably figure most of it out from the notes.
There were some good things, though. Went to Alderwood Mall with Colleen, Emmy, and Naomi. Oysters for lunch at Anthony's -- yum!
On the gripping hand, with several restaurant meals under my belt (literally), my weight has crept up over 200. Do Not Like. And my blood pressure is edging up into the Not So Good range; both of these are probably related to my having run out of my BP pills, which include a diuretic. (Not to worry -- I'm still on one of my two BP-related meds, and will be setting up an appointment soon to deal with the rest of it.)
Found out that one of the developers in my "pod" is 25 years old. That's younger than my older daughter! No wonder he seems a little inexperienced...
The YD's laptop wasn't charging. She was freaking out about it for a day or so, until she noticed that the charging cord was badly frayed just at the strain relief. Problem solved, since it was a 19V charger and I had another in my Big Box of (power) Bricks. Win.
Quote of the week: "[I have] started thinking about the contradictions inherent in the fact that I like learning things, but am very uncomfortable when I feel that I'm out of my depth. Fallacy somewhere, I fancy."
Link of the week: The Wordsmith's Forge - Poem: "The Formless Ones". Very powerful; possibly triggery (nightmares and PTSD following rape). Part of Ysabet's "Path of the Paladins" series; I think it stands pretty well on its own, but you might want to chase links from her serial poetry page to the rest of it.
I'm also intrigued by the idea of An asexual YA heroine? Why not?. As I said in a comment there, " I have no idea where I am on the a/sexual a/romantic spectrum -- alexithymia will do that -- but it's more on the a- side these days, and a book like this would probably have done me a lot of good when I was a YA."( raw notes )
OK, a weekend short of two weeks. Too much to summarize. Elections happened. (You'll find a bit of analysis in the links.) Work happened. Looked in several of the local stores for a Nexus 7, and didn't find one. Guess I'll have to order online. Upgraded my netbook to Ubuntu 12.04, and Colleen's to 12.10 because .04 was a disaster. .10 isn't perfect, but at least it supports the Dell's stupid Poulsbo video. Sorta. Still doesn't suspend properly, which sucks.
There also seems to be something majorly wrong -- it can take up to 20 minutes to boot! I suspect disk, but it could be something even more serious. We discussed options; she may be better off with an Android tablet or chromebook. I forwarded her email to her gmail account, which pretty much takes care of the only reason for connecting to the in-house network. That's still flaky, probably because of interference.
Last weekend also included a massage from N, who is studying massage therapy at Cortiva. She's *good*, and I especially enjoyed having her talk through what she's doing and observing. It also started me off on a week's worth of link-chasing around anatomy, and especially muscles.
I ran out of my morning BP pills (lisinopril/HCTZ) on Sunday, so have been watching my blood pressure. Unfortunately I didn't get a couple of baseline readings last week. It's marginally pre-hypertensive now, but not worrisome; I'll see what happens in the next week. By which time the supply I mail-ordered from Kaiser should be here, assuming they ship to ex-members. One reason I'm not particularly worried is that I'm still on doxazosin for my BPH, and was noticing occasional dizziness on standing up. Which suggests that it may have been too much before.
"Hmm... my panic attacks feed on fear, they lie all the time, they try to control me, they threaten me with dying and going to hell, and they don't care in the slightest for logic. They can be defeated by ridicule, because for all their bluster they aren't very bright, but they don't admit defeat; they just regroup with another dirty tactic and try again. Maybe they're Republicans?" --Nora Rivkis in Facebook
Colleen: I hate it when my Kindle freezes.
Me: Speak sharply to your little toy / And boot it when it freezes. / It only does it to annoy / Because it knows it teases.
All the horrible details, plus bonus links, in the notes below. Feel free to give them the tl;dr treatment. I need to start doing this more often.( raw notes )
No walk. Hot. Not much else, either -- read SF short stories online, and watched bits of the ACM A.M. Turing Centenary Celebration webcast. It's archived, so I don't feel bad about missing most of it. When I'm physically attending a conference I can stay focussed; there appear to be too many distractions at home.
Quotes of the day:
Vint Cerf: It's like raising teenagers. You don't know how to do it; you just live through it and one day they turn into people.
Paul Saffo: In 100 years we still won't have a computer that can pass the Turing test, but we will have proved that most members of Congress fail it.
Two boxes of books packed from the office, and three boxes of recycling accumulated. The third is still in the office because the recycling bin is, as usual, full.( raw notes )
Quote of the day:
Colleen (raising glass): To the move!
me (raising glass): To adventure!
Colleen: To adventure!
YD (walking by): Hobbit!
Public Service Announcement: The Starport House-Cooling Party is today! Lots of stuff being given away, including books. Potluck, as usual.
I refreshed my job application at LabKey, this time via StackOverflow. And put in for a couple of jobs at Facebook. And did a little music practice in the morning, which is a habit I want to get back into. And a walk! I'm trying to get back into a productive routine, and not doing all that well at it.
I realized, during my walk, that I had probably made a copy of my pension paperwork. And indeed I had, so I'll mail that in today.
Did some more packing and organizing in the office.
Some links.( raw notes )
It doesn't look as though I got much done yesterday. That would, however, be somewhat misleading. I applied for Medicare (which should kick in next month), spent a lot of time talking with Naomi and Colleen (and a while on the phone with my Mom, who is very supportive and encouraging), and made some tough decisions largely as a result of those conversations. Not time wasted by any means.
On the other hand, my left wrist hurts. Don't know what I did there. And no walk. Self-care is going to be important over the next few months, so I'll have to work on that.
Oh, and I made up a new tag: 8.3% (which, in case you're wondering, is the current official unemployment rate). And several to-do sub-lists. And sent email asking which of several items in my office that I want have depreciated enough for me to just take home. And started going through my home directories on various systems, doing triage.
As Samuel Johnson said, "The knowledge that one is to be hanged in the morning concentrates the mind wonderfully."( raw notes )
It was a pretty productive day at work -- an all-hands meeting in the morning, and a successful installation of the open-source software I'm testing. I'm not complaining.
I can complain all I want to about the flaky right knee; it seems to be better this morning, but I know better than to trust it.
Link/quote of the day: I refuse to believe that corporations are people until Texas executes one.
Other links in the notes, as usual.
I spent a few minutes in the morning watching the steam from my coffee curl up, lit from the side by my blue SAD light. Very pretty, and soothing.
I actually got out of the house early, to go to the Container Store at a time when there was still parking. The YD wanted to stop at the bank, so she went along. I like the Container Store -- a little pricey, but they have a great selection of little gadgets & such they sell as "stocking stuffers".
And a walk, in the late afternoon, down to the Rose Garden. I'm sadly out of shape. And when did walking on a cloudy winter day start to be depressing? Decades ago, I guess, but think I remember liking it back in college. Or maybe I was just depressed all the time then, so it didn't matter? Oh, well.
QOTD: "'non-observant' doesn't just refer to my religion." I don't remember just what it was that I wasn't observing at the time.
I made a pretty good chicken paprikash for dinner.
There are links. I wish I'd known Val Higgins -- she sounds from her blog entries like a wonderful and brave person, and now she's gone. Not a bad day, on the whole, but a little melancholy around the edges.
A pretty good day. I even got a walk in, though I cut it a little short because I was getting some foot pain. Naturally it went away as soon as I turned around. (It's because I have shoes with three different insoles. I get arch pain sometimes when readjusting between them. :P )
Quite a lot of puttering around the websites and associated makefiles, including finally getting HyperSpace-Express.com online. After owning it for how many years? Did I mention that I procrastinate?
Speaking of procrastination, I also got No Greater Love fully chorded out. About 2 weeks late, but in time for Tempered Glass's Orycon gig. Which is next Saturday evening. Eeek!
It is easy to shoot your foot off with git, but also easy to revert to a previous foot and merge it with your current leg.
It felt like a very long day, mostly at work. Much of it was spent on IM with coworkers, one at home in Alameda and one off-site in Detroit. We got a lot done, but...
Much physical work in the evening. More tiring than I think it would have been a few years ago. Ooof.
I spent the entire evening in the living room with Colleen, rather than holing up in the office as I usually do.
Quote of the day, from me: "I've heard of cutting off your nose to spite your face. How about cutting off your nose just to get rid of the damned nose?" I have a lot of trouble with congestion, you see.
Signal boost for You just broke your child. Congratulations. Other links under the cut.
Didn't get a lot done, but Colleen and I spent the late afternoon investigating Sprouts, which just opened a store in our area. Somewhere between Whole Foods and Trader Joe's in terms of both price and selection. Came home with some nice mahi-mahi fillets for dinner. (With enough leftovers for two breakfasts.)
Quote of the day:
Colleen: Mood designer fabrics.
Me: Why would they make fabrics specially for mood designers? And what does a mood designer do?
Colleen was worried about how much space she had on her netbook for downloading things like quilt patterns. She has a 160GB drive, so I told her not to worry. But I have to worry now -- about backups.
A couple of really good links under the cut. (*waves at $boss*) I especially liked Estimates Say Fewer Jobs, Larger Deficits if Republicans Were in Charge, but Regrets of the Dying provides a lot of food for thought.
A good day, though I got a lot less done over the weekend than I wanted to. But I did get in a bike ride, plus a walk on Saturday. So that's good, right?
Plus dinner, and laundry, and an expedition to BevMo at the end of a drive with Colleen, and singing a few songs for Colleen. OK, I guess it's not surprising I don't get as much done as I want to. But some of what I don't get to is stuff I want to do, and some of it is stuff I hate but that has to get done anyway. Gaah.
C: You're a very strange stuffed creature to be going to bed with.
Me: Was that addressed to the wombat, or to me?
Links under the cut include two about gay marriage, and one about polyamory. You don't have to click if that bores you.
Quote of the day:
YD: (whining) I don't have a phone number for Best Buy!
Me: Look it up! I know the phonebook is made of paper, but it still works.
Got a little actual work done, and was delighted to note that they wiped out the 4% pay cut that we had to take last year.
My lunchtime walk took me South on the Guadalupe River trail, past US101. A coworker told me that, in the other direction, the gravel only extends for a mile or so northward; after that it's paved and pleasant. I am probably going to buy a bike over the weekend.
A rather busy day at work, or at least a busy afternoon -- the network was down with router and DNS suckage all morning, so the fact that I didn't bring my netbook to the morning meeting in the Cupertino office didn't matter a bit.
My weight is the lowest it's been all year. Go me!
Went with the YD to her financial aid conference at DeVry. Thanks to long-term student loans it'll be affordable. Well, sorta. At least it won't be the huge hit I was expecting.
Quote of the day, from my reply to a comment: "Entropy wins in the end -- the game is rigged -- but that doesn't mean you can't put up a good, honorable fight. The main thing is not to let it win by default."
Link sausage under the cut as usual. Thanks to HP, you'll soon be able to receive spam on your printer. Thanks a heap.
Another good day. I've been having a (short) string of them. Good weather, Spring, sunlight, catching up on sleep, ... who knows? I wish I did know; it might be more repeatable. More later, perhaps.
We went to brunch at El Torito because it's close to the hotel where the Baycon meeting is. The YD wanted to join staff, and is now attached to the Con Suite. Meanwhile, Colleen and I got some loose ends filled in with Programming and Guest Liason. (Did I mention that we're fan GOH's at Baycon this year?)
After that we went out for a drive, and I got (local!) strawberries and tangerines at the fruit stand. I made a tasty dinner: pork chops with apricot-pineapple jam, broccoli, and rice pudding.
Quote of the day:
Cat: we're making dinner.
YD: I don't see you cooking.
Me: She's the brain, I'm the hands. Or at least the pinky.
A couple of good links under the cut, including the Top 10 greatest science fiction detective novels and Dave from Play It With Moxie discusses jazz improv
Hugs make me happy! That may not sound like much, but for someone who's been mildly depressed as long as I can remember, and can't think of anything I can do that makes me happy, that's a major discovery. Whimsy makes me smile, too. Snuggle makes me feel loved, and loving, and contented.
I'm gradually learning that even little things that are a little bit pleasant can raise my mood, bit by bit. I realized, as I was getting ready for my bath, that I expected it to be pleasant. And it was. That's new. I'm starting to learn that things that feel good are good for me even if they don't make me "happy" but only relaxed and contented.
I realized that things like programming, writing, and performing, where I'm in a state of flow while I'm doing them, give me a pleasant feeling of accomplishment afterward. I don't need to think of them as just a way to escape from my feelings.
... and I spent some time in the afternoon helping a friend understand herself and her fear better, and reminded her of what courage really is.
I can be eloquent when I'm trying to be convincing: "Both paths are painfully steep; go with the one that leads up-hill." "Remember, courage consists of pushing through in spite of your fears. You're scared, but you're going out shopping this afternoon because you know that the fear is transient, and the love and happiness will still be there when it's gone."
I'll have to be very careful, though; words can hurt as well as heal, and sometimes the word that seems most accurate at the time can bring up a lot of unwanted associations and cause unintended pain. Deeply regretting my words is all very well, but it doesn't undo the damage.
I've often tried to explain to Colleen, and occasionally to other people, that, no, I wasn't making an accusation, I was just trying to describe the situation. Maybe I need to pay attention, take a couple of deep breaths, and take the time to choose my words more carefully. I'm a songwriter -- I ought to be able to find words that get the point across without causing damage in the process.
A good day. Sometimes a little uncomfortable, but worthwhile.
Today's link sausage includes Wikipedia articles on positive psychology and flow, a program that composes images from sketches, the FSF's brief explaining why software patents are bad, Sanyo eneloop rechargeable batteries, and this fascinating list of possibly pleasant things to do.
(17:54:02) ***mdlbear now has a place to put the laptop that runs his tax
software. Of course, it's on top of two boxes that need to be taken out and
sorted, but... Hmm.
(17:56:09) ***Naomi never wants to hear the word 'box' again..
(17:56:33) ***mdlbear chuckles. Sorry about that..
(17:57:07) mdlbear: The office now contains a large number of Nameless Horrors..
(17:57:30) ***Naomi rotfl..
(17:57:39) ***mdlbear laughs.
(17:58:08) mdlbear: I think that merits QOTD status.
(17:58:25) mdlbear: Cthulhu agrees..
(18:00:11) ***Naomi grins. Yup..
It was mostly a pretty good day, if I remember correctly. Good phone calls from Callie and Eileen - the latter for no particular reason except that I'd put "just being a friend" in my wishlist. Yay! I love my friends!
After picking Naomi up at the airport for her weekend visit (did I mention that I love my friends?) I headed back to work for a 6pm videoconference to try to get $demo working. Fail. $boss was there, too, for most of it; we eventually concluded that the combination of high latency, low bandwidth, and video eating up most of that were going to make it a miserable user experience even if we did get it working.
Lots of anxiety/tension. But dinner and good conversation were waiting for me at home; I'm not complaining. Got awakened at at 2am by a snuggly Colleen; I'm not complaining about that either.
I think I'm going to leave the link sausage for a separate post.
(15:11:26) ***mandelbear sighs. Relationships are hard. _People_ are hard. There are times when I miss not trying to understand them.
Believing that I wasn't "good with" people, and shouldn't bother trying to understand them because I couldn't, was a rather dysfunctional coping mechanism in a lot of ways. But I was coping, sort of. I'm doing better in many ways now, but sometimes it's more discouraging to know that I'm just not getting it.
Colleen is now ensconced in her new room (4319) -- it's closer to the elevator, for what that's worth; the view out the window is a blank wall; there's good cell reception but, as usual, no wi-fi. They should be able to wheel her to someplace where she can use her laptop, though.
She got her PICC line in (for IV feeding) about 4pm, and was about to get fed as I was leaving. I read the user's manual for the PICC -- slightly scary. (It stands for Peripherally-Inserted Central Catheter, in case you were wondering.)
The fistula appears to have gotten somewhat bigger since Monday, they will wait a week to see if it starts healing properly before deciding whether to repair it surgically. Grumph. I'm not quite as worried as she is at this point, but apparently she's not exactly a straightforward case. Trust our family to be interesting -- in the sense of the old Chinese curse.
Please don't bring her anything to eat or drink; she can have the occasional hard candy if it's clear and not artificially sweetened. Flowers are good.
One amusing quote from yesterday: we were casting about for the best phrase to describe chaoswolf's role as interim alpha female in the household, and I simply couldn't resist "beta bitch." She took it in good humor -- with a wolf persona she can't very well argue that it's the wrong term. Colleen got a kick out of it this morning, too. So that's official now.
The party here at Grand Central Starport (in San Jose, CA) will be starting sometime around noon (or whenever guests start to arrive), and ending a dozen hours later or thereabouts. It's a potluck. There will be filking. Maps, directions, contact information, and so on are on the household web page.
9:30 -- Quote of the Day
flower_cat: Let the kids sleep as late as possible on a party day."
me: Right. That way we'll have somebody to let the last guests out at 2am after we've gone to bed.
Cat: There's method in my madness...