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Before getting an EKG today, I got to be in a commercial.
Dave, the video guy, was looking to shoot four people who look like they'd be buying a car. I was Guy #1. So I got to sit in a chair and think "Hmm, I want to buy a car" while Dave shined supernova-intensity lights in my eyes. The good news is this is putting the MA in theatre to good use. The bad news is I think I'm blind.
Revisited heartdoc. Diagnosis: I'm alive, so let's not push our luck. (Really: wait and see six months. Now that the Searing Pain of Death has subsided, we've reason to think that maybe I'll get adjusted to my halved dosage of heartmeds. Until I have a heart attack. Yes, he said that. He justified it by saying "40 or 50 years down the road," which is either pretty optimistic or just placating me.)
And we found out what happens if you take the headlines datafile for our newspaper and feed it to the paid-content Kansas legislature site. Every subscriber gets 15 horribly-formatted e-mails of grotesquely redundant content. The good news: it wasn't my fault. The bad news: I look bad anyway. So I spent three hours idiot-proofing the system today, having jettisoned the assumption that the user has a functioning brainstem which, in retrospect, was just tempting fate anyway.
And a good "Angel" on tonight. W00t. And apparently there was a last-minute tweak to the end, too, from the leaked info. Not huge, but pretty significant....
Dave, the video guy, was looking to shoot four people who look like they'd be buying a car. I was Guy #1. So I got to sit in a chair and think "Hmm, I want to buy a car" while Dave shined supernova-intensity lights in my eyes. The good news is this is putting the MA in theatre to good use. The bad news is I think I'm blind.
Revisited heartdoc. Diagnosis: I'm alive, so let's not push our luck. (Really: wait and see six months. Now that the Searing Pain of Death has subsided, we've reason to think that maybe I'll get adjusted to my halved dosage of heartmeds. Until I have a heart attack. Yes, he said that. He justified it by saying "40 or 50 years down the road," which is either pretty optimistic or just placating me.)
And we found out what happens if you take the headlines datafile for our newspaper and feed it to the paid-content Kansas legislature site. Every subscriber gets 15 horribly-formatted e-mails of grotesquely redundant content. The good news: it wasn't my fault. The bad news: I look bad anyway. So I spent three hours idiot-proofing the system today, having jettisoned the assumption that the user has a functioning brainstem which, in retrospect, was just tempting fate anyway.
And a good "Angel" on tonight. W00t. And apparently there was a last-minute tweak to the end, too, from the leaked info. Not huge, but pretty significant....