Forget Botox, I Prefer My Tattoo
In the weeks since, I’ve thought about how it is that scars make us human. Far from thinking it a mistake, I am so proud of my new tattoo that I have been walking around sockless, even in the pouring rain and the freezing cold. I pull up my foot in restaurants to show it off and find myself talking to total strangers, to kids with holes in their noses and navels and pictures of writhing snakes and dragons all over their bodies.
When we chat, I like to think that what they see is not an often tired, wrinkled 53-year-old woman but a fabulous tattooed lady with an open book on her ankle, a woman with a story to tell. And that, to me, is a beautiful thing. It makes me feel alive.
Having a visible tattoo definitely opens you up to a lot of random human contact. I get at least a couple people every week (especially food service folks) talking to me about my set of family crests on my forearm. At first it freaked me out (I don’t talk to strangers much), but since I’ve put two and two together and realized I signed myself up for this by getting the tattoos, I just go with it now.
It’s actually kind of nice.
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Totally unrelated: UV ink?! Needled has more info.
So get this: That problem I had with ColdFusion 5 and Oracle9? Well, at this point the work around may be what we call a “gateway” solution.
That means we have CF5 post search parameters via HTTP (using the CFHTTP tag) to a ColdFusion MX 7 server, which actually does the search on the Oracle database (MX and Oracle like each other fine). The CFMX code then takes the resultsets from the Oracle reference cursor and outputs them as WDDX XML. So, that WDDX gets deserialized on the CF5 box and voila! the CF5 box has its data to play with.
Unreal. Don’t worry, this sort of gymnastics is just as ridiculous as you think it is (almost as ridiculous as the fact we’re still using CF5). The thing is, it’s likely to end up in production…
Published in BiblioThingy,
Code Monkeying,
Curiosities,
Folx,
Food and Cookery,
Getting Fit,
Homebody,
Hooliganimals,
TechnoLust,
Televisio,
The Intarweb and
TuneStuff .
So, yeah… I’m still here. Here’s a little catch-up:
- My efforts at work on the superultramegaubercrazy-high priority project have come to a rather frustrating result so far thanks to interoperability problems between ColdFusion 5 and Oracle9. Every time we hit the Oracle9 database it causes the memory usage of the ColdFusion server to climb, with that memory never being released. This eventually causes the connection to the database to die with an S1001 Memory Allocation Error, which requires a ColdFusion restart to fix the problem (until the memory allocation builds back up again). Super-fucking-duper.
- The Big Blue Couches rock. While we are trying to keep the pets off them, it’s obviously futile. At least the puddles of Mingus hair come off the ultra-luscious blue microsuede without a problem. I’m just extra-pleased with the fact taht I can lie completely prostrate on the big sofa without touching either arm.
- The Wife and I have been to the hotbox yoga a total of three times so far. I am enjoying it quite a bit, though I think I may have overstretched my back the last time out. We hope to squeeze a couple more classes into our two week trial period.
- My motorcycle wrenching buddy Erik and his wife are inches away from having their baby boy. Very exciting times for them!
- I’ll be brining the second turkey of the month for Thanksgiving festivities starting tonight. If you haven’t brined a turkey or at least eaten the product of said process, I can’t even express how much you need to try it.
- I’m almost done with the Tales of the Otori trilogy. I highly recommend all three books.
- Now let’s turn the lens outward a bit:
And thus concludes today’s category smorgasbord.
The Big Blue Couches
Originally uploaded by Jake Sutton.
We finally got our new blue couches from the Furniture Room delivered today.
$15M suit for burns from java
“I thought I was dying - that’s how bad it was,” said Shea, a mother of two who lives in Dongan Hills. “All my skin was pulled back like a nylon stocking a lady takes off.”
So, she’s suing Dunkin Donuts because she “suffered second- and third-degree burns after the cardboard tray she was holding in the passenger seat of a friend’s car toppled and spilled over her left leg and ankles.”
Now, at first this caused me some doubt, because I had always thought third-degree burns meant you had charring of flesh. As it turns out, that’s wrong: “A third-degree burn is the most serious because it destroys all the layers of the skin.”
So, yeah… That coffee had to be thermo-friggin’-nuclear! How does that even happen?
Hellboy Animated: The Production Diary of the Hellboy Animated Projects
Fast forward to now, with me comfortably nestled in Mike’s fog shrouded lobes, working at a studio that is as excited as I am that we’re bringing Hellboy to animation. I’ve never worked at a place that gives such support and encouragement to the creators. And I was hired to bring Hellboy to animation, not a friendlier, blanded out, kid’s version of the character but the guy who stalks the pages of the comic. It seems the stars are aligned and the appropriate rituals have been performed and so the party can begin.
Sweet.
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