Funny, I Don't Feel Like A King
1 August 2000
3:54 PM: Beginning to regain feeling in my jaw, after a trip to the dentist to get my permanent, final, really for true crown installed. Never mind that I heard my dentist talking to a patient in the next chamber about how all those old, splintered crowns would need to come out. At least he gave me nitrous this time. I think I fell asleep. Woosp.
8:46 PM: Maybe it's just that in my heart, I don't want to go to McDonalds.
More database follies today, until Lana finally found an entry in the MySQL mailing list archives that mentioned a problem with file descriptors. Oh look, on FreeBSD it breaks after N tables unless you uncomment out these obscure lines in the startup script. Not that you would read about this in documentation. Toy, it's a Toy. I swear I am going to download Interbase and see if it's a pig or not.
Anyways, tired now. Not too sore, mostly weird and disoriented. More than usual, I mean. Go home I think. Sleep, mmmmmmm........
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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