Archive for the ‘Some People’s Children’ Category
The more I read about these clowns the more I think I should become an arms dealer. Apparently the only risk is RSI from cashing checks and shipping fake stuff to our allies.
This weekend, I had occasion to pay attention to maps around the area of Elk Butte.
In the upper right, you see Google Terrain – which shows approximately the truth on the ground. The rest of the layers show an insane artifact of a stitching error. I tried to sift through all the vector data sources to find the suspect source of data, but ran out of energy before I chased it down.
This is as close as I got. This two shots are of the same region at very slightly different zoom levels using Google Terrain data.
If I didn’t know this area as well as I do, I might have noticed the error but not appreciated how bad the stitching error is.
An article about buying mobile home parks as going concerns got me wondering how the MHPs in my area still exist. I need wonder no more as the last MHP in Kirkland will soon be gone (article with more spin here). While searching for the original link, I found this and this and about a dozen more variants of the same story. While in Moscow this weekend I drove through the MHP I lived in from 2002-2005 and saw that nothing has changed – literally. Everything is rotting in place.
Reading this article on software spotting depression, a quote stood out:
Mitic remembers that Ellie’s robot-ness helped him open up.
“Ellie seemed to just be listening,” Mitic says. “A lot of therapists, you can see it in their eyes, when you start talking about some of the grislier details of stuff that you might have seen or done, they are having a reaction.”
He knows it’s a machine, but it’s good enough for him to work through issues.
From seventh to ninth grade, my junior high school had a TRS-80 in the library that you could use. For a while, when I went to school really early, there was a guy I knew beavering away typing in a BASIC implementation of ELIZA and then running it for the rest of the open time. He was typing it in every day and running it for however long – no floppy disk drive.
I never understood what was going on. At the simplest, you look for ending punctuation or a few words to trigger the response. The article on ELIZA effect covers it. But he was clearly getting something out of it because he was happy to do the work of typing it in every day.
No moral – but it has stuck with me since then.
Got to shoot Scott’s 338 Lapua at Boomershoot – fun gun. IIRC it was topped with a 6-20x Leupold or NightForce. The brake is very good – huge clamshell brakes usually are. Even with the brake, though, I was unable to spot my own shots at ~600-650 yards.
I only took three shots at the steel before I could feel my dental work loosening. Fun times.
Thinking further about today’s news, my first non-construction job was at ICTT. The greybeard that managed me told me (I think Ken was early-mid-20s) to buy a K&R – since I only worked ten hours a week, maximum, it took a little bit to save up to buy one. I remember the shock of not being able to find one at Radio Shack – or either bookstore at the mall! I think I ended up buying one at the college bookstore. After beavering away for a couple weeks, I was given a task of writing an asset tag database, which meant Informix (Wikipedia says they went public and raise nine MILLION dollars. The 80s, folks!). Of course I knew nothing about databases in general or Informix specifically so again – a wall of manuals. Once I had it sort-of working, I asked how to make those cool screens they had for stuff they did – I was turned on to curses. If I recall correctly, Informix would spit out rudimentary curses interface if you wanted it to. They also were, thankfully, a vi shop.
My job was, essentially, a favor for my dad. He hired someone essentially unemployable, and that someone’s wife got me a job at her workplace (and, I’ll say, under the same condition). As Leah said, nepotism works.