So I call my pharmacy last night around 4:15 to order a refill on my cough syrup. They have a special, automated hotline for just such an occasion. I type in my prescription number and my customer number, and then it asks me what time I would like to pick up my prescription.
I figure they close at 5:00 on Sunday, so I type 4:45. “That does not give us enough to complete your prescription,” says the attendant. “Please enter a time between 5:16 PM and 6:00 PM.”
Cool! They’re open until 6:00! Now I don’t feel like a putz for waiting so long to call it in. I type 5:30. “Your order has been accepted.” And I wait.
At 5:30 I go to the pharmacy, only to discover that they closed at 5:00.
Now I’m angry and confused, so I go home and cough myself to sleep.
Viral bronchitis, possibly influenza. Either way, I feel pretty lousy. Started Tuesday morning with a slight tickle in my chest. I got worse and worse as Tuesday wore on. Get home and had a slight fever. Missed work yesterday and today. Today I got higher than 101 several times. My throat is raw from coughing, but the coughing is mostly useless anyway.
Thank goodness for my AirPort. I can lie in bed with my TiBook and get some work done: catching up on emails, reading articles online, etc. AirPort is awesome. I’ve always liked it, but this week I truly appreciate it.
Henrico County Schools recently bought iBooks for students. After some problems (pirated software, pornography), the district recalled the iBooks, tightened the security and gave them back to the students. A senior wrote this article in response to the school’s move. She ends the article: With this new technology comes a paradox and a pressing question that is here to stay: Public schools and technology, a right or a privilege? Well, it’s most definitely a privilege, not a right. If you abuse the privilege, as some students obviously did, you lose some freedoms. You want the freedom back? Earn it. Everybody. Is it unfair that a few students can ruin it for everybody? You bet. But that’s how life works.
Ahhh. My machine has a fresh, clean copy of Mac OS X and Mac OS 9. Freed up quite a bit of hard drive space. Had a few troubles with data migration.
My boss told me that you could just move your OS X user folder from the old machine to the new. Well, I did, and all of my stuff was unusable since it was now all owned by root. Crap. So I went to the Terminal and fixed it, so it wasn’t a big deal. But it was a pain.
My iTunes library became hopelessly corrupt somehow, so I had to recreate that. And my Tony Hawk saved games had their permissions all screwed up. But that was easy to fix.
The hardest part was pruning fonts from my old OS 9 folder. I had a lot of dead weight in there.
Check Slashdot’s new Apple section. Nice.
My Titanium has returned from Apple Service. Woohoo! I’m building up a fresh, clean version Mac OS X (actually, 10.1.3 since it was released today). Now I can rid myself of mySQL, FrontBase, OpenBase, and several other databases that I’ve tried. Folks made really nice installers for those databases, but no uninstall facility whatsoever.
After working with the various databases and how they work with REALbasic, I decided on PostgreSQL, but I couldn’t remove any of the others!
What’s the difference between Carbon and Cocoa and why should I care? Great article by Geoff Perlman, CEO of REAL Software, Inc. They make REALbasic.
The Anti-Bloggies. Check out the sponsors and prizes.
I’ve completed my first REALbasic app! It’s based on a GPL’d AppleScript called BlogScript by WebEntourage. I doubt I’ll release it anytime soon, but I’m using it right now to post this text. Mac OS X only, though. Next I’d like to figure out XML-RPC so I can do Blog posting from OS 9, OS X, and Windows.
PETC begins today. If you’re at the show, be sure to see Sally Bair’s 3:30 presentation: Using HelpDesk 1.0. I wrote the HelpDesk software she’s presenting on.
John’s not happy with Dan today.
We went to the mall to get my daughter’s Valentine pictures taken tonight. She’ll be three in May. While we waited for the pictures to be developed, we took her to the play area at the mall’s lower level.
Quite honestly, I don’t think most people teach their children anything about manners or behavior anymore. My daughter is no angel, and I’m certainly not a perfect father, but I was really disgusted at the way some of the children there acted. One child in particular — his name was Dominic — was running laps around the play area, knocking over any child in his way. And wouldn’t you know it? He knocked over my daughter.
I picked her up and comforted her the best I could, but I came to a hard realization. Someday, somewhere, somebody’s going to hurt my little girl. And I won’t be there to pick her up again and hold her until she’s all better.
That’s rough. That’s hard for me to take.