Kids

I like children. Until they start screaming.

Short Lull

At 4 I have a demo to give in the lab for some of the engineers. Fun stuff, showing what happens in our video decoder box when it receives an alert from the Emergency Broadcast System. You would not believe how many flavors of alerts there are, and how much tweaking your local cable station can do to them. I've tweaked the Winter Storm Warning and the Volcano Alert for purposes of the test.  The alert will show they are for all Bay Area counties.

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Went to the next-to-nearest PO at lunchtime because it's usually the least crowded, but was in line for 20 minutes thanks to one window being dedicated to a long line of passport applicants. Must be summer.

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It is way too hot out there. 97° coming back from the PO according to the car's read-out. Humid, too.

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Nothing on for tonight, may go to a photographer's meetup in Campbell tomorrow night.

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cadhla raised some issues around "how well do you really know your LJ friends" which has a long list of fascinating replies. I added the obligatory Old Fart post. Forgot to segue to the John Prine song Donald and Lydia about long distance telephone romance.

Demo Day

The demo went really well. Yay.

I think She Means "Agnostic"

fphcom is looking for non-Christians to answer some questions for a religions class project. The theme is what it is like for atheists and "antagonists" growing up and living in Kristian Amerika. Her original plan was to ask people to videotape their answers, but it looks like it may end up being written. Reply on her page here, please.

Nastygram, The Sequel

One of the minions at Toyota of Sunnyvale called my cell phone while I was at work, asking for the VIN number of my car. "We have it one number off", she said. She apparently thought I was with my car still on the the premises. I told her I was not near my car and not likely to be near my car until after work. She asked me to call next time I was near the VIN number, and hung up.

A couple of hours later, the cretin who messed up my repair job the first time, and who had written down the wrong VIN number left a message on my cell phone telling me "that was some letter you wrote" and asking me to "do him a small favor" and phone him on his cell and leave a message with the VIN number, so he can file the warranty repair claim, and to remember to speak clearly and slowly.

No way, Jose. The car was in your shop twice, you should have checked its warranty status before you worked on it, which meant entering the VIN number into the warranty database system. For all I care you can pay for your mistake out of your unearned salary. Not that he will, since I can think of six different perfectly legal ways for a car dealership to find out the VIN number of a vehicle which has been brought in for a warranty repair.

The only conversation I want to have with this bozo is him telling me how to access the under-dash fuses. If he calls and catches me in person, I'll rip him a new one.