Oh, dear. My mom just sent me a link to some weird website, asking me if I knew anything about it, because she'd thought the link looked weird when it was sent to her and even weirder after she clicked on it and tried to log in just like it told her to.

Sigh. I foresee a long, long tense phone call and a painful remote log-in and hard drive scrubbing for my baby brother tonight. I wonder if I should call and warn him?

eta: Oh, thank goodness. I cautiously checked out the link, without logging in, and it turns out that "weird" and "even weirder" mean "ornate and flowery and possibly slightly stoned," and it seems to be the blog of a friend of a friend. Weird, but not malicious. Still, what was she doing trying to log onto some site she didn't recognize, sent from an apparent stranger? Bad computer hygeine!

Bikers Against Child Abuse made me teary. My BFF posted that on LJ yesterday and I called her and we sniffled over it, then I posted it on LJ and FB but I have no idea how to post anything to Tumblr without reblogging, so now I've reblogged it from GoodStuff and now it's on all my social media.

Things like that revive my belief in the worth of humanity.

Man, some people weird. One of the testers, in trying to do a performance test on our system, came up across a particularly nasty and elusive error we've been trying to track to its source for months, but the developers can't duplicate it in a controlled environment. But the tester can, and has--repeatedly. So much so, that he can't complete his performance testing.

I drag a developer over to him and his screens full of error and resist the urge to bang their heads together, because the tester has never done me wrong, but eventually the developer comes back to me, helpless, because the tester wasn't generating errors in any places he was tracing the code.

Does this really take an entire extra person to move to the next step on? Seriously?

I love Rescue Ink, as well, big burly scary types looking after critters.

...what's the inoffensive verb for Shanghai?

Wrangle? Draft? Press-gang? Dragoon?

I saw a tv piece on them a year or two ago. Maybe the same chapter, maybe not.

Totaly lucked out on my swim tonight. They kicked everyone out of the pool when I was only a lap shy of the main event. Didn't get my cooldown laps (and can feel that. Legs were all wobbly walking to the locker room) but since I'm still hearing thunder 2 hours later, I wouldn't have gotten a chance later tonight.

ION, Pumpkin apparently thinks Devi was responsible for the really close cracks. After one scared her mid-jump and made her land next to Devi, every subsequent crack, she'd run up to Devi and hiss in her face. Odd little bug.

One of the testers, in trying to do a performance test on our system, came up across a particularly nasty and elusive error we've been trying to track to its source for months, but the developers can't duplicate it in a controlled environment. But the tester can, and has--repeatedly. So much so, that he can't complete his performance testing.

Whereas in my env, operations comes up with a nasty and elusive error but test cannot replicate in and I get to bang my head together with the developers all the while with a nasty error.

I feel your pain.

My niece just posted pics of her summer. She was, apparently, in New York for Fleet Week. As part of the fleet.

I asked the developer here in which sections of the site they put the trace code, if it's not any of the places the tester hit. Dunno. Uh, which places was the offshore developer trying to reproduce the error? He does some mighty aimless clicking between screens on his computer. Dunno? Over here mostly?

So I just finished going through the first half of the trouble tickets, and I can only hope those are the errors the offshore developer was trying to duplicate and that's what he's tracing, because that's what I gave the tester, and tomorrow is GODDAMNED BATMAN DAY.

One more status report, and I can leave...I can do this...who makes me do two status reports in one day? That's no fair...and technically it's three because I wrote one at six this morning.

IO9 had a "Wear Batman fashion to work" article. Which omitted the belt buckle I'm wearing today, so there's now a selfie adorning their crack journalism.

Okay, 1 hit of tumblr, then status report, then home. Oh, look! Company jellybeans!

what's the inoffensive verb for Shanghai?

Press gang?