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Feeling a little out of my depth ... and pondering the girlfriend's confession

I just returned from my first non-Raven-related outing since visiting family out-of-town back in August, and first non-family/non-Raven social outing since (my chrisT) January or something crazy like that.

Anyway.

Met with three members of the Drupal "community" here in Ottawa and, as per the subject-line (and icon), found myself feeling very much like a newbie. I said little, listened much and (possibly unlike the 15 year-old me pictured above) intend to do it again.

Meanwhile, I returned to a girlfriend cringing and smiling like a small child, who knows there's a knocked-over garbage can in the next room, but who is still naive enough to think she can blame it on the cat — who has been out all day.

Want to know what her confession was? ( Deal with a meme, first. I'll make it worth your while. And if it isn't, you can blame <user name= )

Hint: the secret ingredient to Awesome Pumpkin Pie is garam massala. And the dinner was delicious.

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30 days on writing: Entry #22: White screen of death

White screens of death and stories untold

"Then I guess it would be okay to ask you questions about the moon." Kid grinned.

Kamp nodded. "Sounds like a pretty safe topic."

"Can you tell me something about the moon you've never told anybody else before?"

After a second, Kamp laughed. "Now that is a new one. I'm not sure I know what you mean."

"You were there. I'd like to know something about the moon that someone could only know what was actually on it. I don't mean anything big. But just something."

"The whole flight was broadcast. And we were pretty thorough in our report. We tried to take pictures of just about everything. Also, that's a few years ago; and we were only out walking around for six and a half hours."

"Yeah, I know. I watched it."

"Then I still don't get you."

"Well: I could bring a couple of television cameras in here, say, and take a lot of pictures, and report on all the people, tell how many were here or what have you. But afterward, if somebody asked me to tell them something that wasn't in the coverage, I'd close my eyes and sort of picture the place. Then I might say, well, on the back of the counter with the bottles, the bottle second from the left — I don't remember what the label was — but the little cone of glass at the bottom was just above the top of the liquor."

Kid opened his eyes. "See?"

Kamp ran his knuckles under his chin. "I'm not used to thinking like that. But it's interesting."

Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren

Yesterday morning started where Sunday night left off: with a "white screen of death" in place of the website I am developing and which (I thought) was within a few tweeks of being ready to go live.

Instead, after breaking my brain for several hours on Sunday night, only to still be seeing a blank (white) page whose featureless expanse was broken only by two lines of black text beginning with the words, "Fatal error," I eventually decided to call it a night in hopes the morrow would bring to me happier tidinds.

And so it was. Where google had not been my friend on Sunday night, on Monday morning its advice was fullsomely useful. Not only did I have everything restored fairly quickly, but soon after I had made what I (as, I hope, will my 'client') thought were some quite appropriate design changes.

But this is supposed to be about writing, not web-design, isn't it? ( On wards to Question 22: 'Tell us about one scene between your characters that you've never written or told anyone about before! Serious or not. )

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Merci (or should that be 'mercy'? Whatever)

Young Geoffrey's Breakfast

By Geoffrey (A.A. Milne) Dow

Young Geoffrey asked
Da Google
And Da Google
Asked the Coder:
"Could we have some documen(tation)
For Young Geoffrey new website?"

Da Google asked the Coder,
The Coder
Said, "Certainly,
"I'll go and tell Drupal('s)
Community documenters."

The Coder
She curtsied
And went and told
Told some Programmer:
"Don't forget to translate jargon
For Young Geoffrey's new website."
The Programmer
Said haughtilly:
"You'd better tell
Young Geoff(e)rey
That many people nowadays
Learn PHP
Instead."

The Coder
Said, "Fancy!"
And went to
Da Google.
She curtsied to Da Google, and
She turned a little red:
"Excuse me,
Da Google,
For taking of
The liberty,
But PHP is easy, if,
You'd only
Read line
By line."

Da Google said
"Oh!:
And went to
Young Geoffery:
"Talking doc'mentation for
Young Geoffrey's new website,
Many people
Think that
PHP
Is eas'er.
Would you like a giant
Manual
Instead?"

Young Geoffrey said,
"Bother!"
And then he said,
"Oh, deary me!"
Young Geoffrey sobbed, "Oh, deary me!"
And went back to bed.
"Nobody,"
He whimpered,
"Could call me
A fussy man;
I only want
A little
Information for
My site!"

Da Google said,
"There, there!"
And went to
The Coder.
The Coder
Said, "There, there!"
And went to the shed.
The 'grammer said,
"There, there!
It really is so
Easy;

Why 60 hours of trial an (t)error
Will find him those lines of code for his site."

Da google said
"It's easy,"

The coder
Said it too.

And Young Geoffrey
Worked through
Line by line,
Saving changes
Changing back
Until
At last
He'd found
That very
Basic
Hack.

"Positive instead negative?!?"
Young Geoffery, he cried
"(Numbers, that is!)

"Why couldn't
Someone tell me
That's all
The only
Change
'Twas called?"

Young Geoffrey
Clicked his heels
Joyfully
And yet
Twas with a hint of bitterness
He kissed nobody's head.
"Nobody," he said,
As he slid down the banisters,
"Nobody,
Could call me
A fussy man -
BUT
I do like doc'mentation with my code!"