October 25, 2007
Pyromania

Roar this evening. Good - I could do with a laugh.

I didn't get out of the office 'till after 11 yesterday - we were launching stuff. Shiny shiny!

It took so long 'cos the launch procedure didn't work properly 'cos of an Oracle bug. Bloody thing. Turns out that Orable's materialised views can be configure only to update periodically rather than synchronously. Which is fair enough, except that the query optimiser still sometimes decides to use the stale view. At one point yesterday, we had select

count(*) from table
returning zero, and
select * from table
returning a whole bunch of rows! Madness.

I mean, what's the point in an expensive product like Oracle if the bloody thing doesn't work? This stuff was all sorted on the '400 20 years ago. Bah.

Then, when I got home after midnight, I found that one of the t-shirts that I'd left on my washing line in my front garden had caught fire. It was one of my favorites, too - Make Coldplay History.

Bizarre thing was, only the one t-shirt was damaged. The other clothes hanging around it weren't even scorched. Weird.

I'm rather hoping that t-shirts don't do this sort of thing spontaneously, so I'm assuming that it was either some nasty little oik on his way home from school, or some drunken tosser on his way home from the pub. Git. Where am I going to dry my washing now?

Update: List minute bill update - Tim Vine's on! It's not too late to get here.

Posted to Rants by Simon Brunning at October 25, 2007 05:22 PM
Comments

Mate you live in souf London what did you expect, I'm only surprised it hadn't happened before.

You should probably speak to Tulna about the t-shirt, you know how much you hated it. Until you've crossed her off your list of suspects *don't* hang out your panda burger t-shirt.

Posted by: elp on October 25, 2007 10:52 PM

Hmmmm. You have a point, but do you think she'd go that far South of The River?

Posted by: Simon Brunning on October 26, 2007 09:29 AM

It wasn't me, honest - but I dare you to hang out the panda one..

Posted by: tulna on October 26, 2007 09:32 AM

Umm... fireworks?

Posted by: Tracey Annison on October 26, 2007 10:26 AM

WHAT? You hang your washing OUT in the FRONT garden. I can't believe you still have anything to wear. Either your taste in pants is so bad or south London is nothing like north London because there would be nothing left in Finchley, even the clothes line would go...

Posted by: Perplexed of North London on October 26, 2007 10:31 AM

You've seen the way I dress - who'd steal *my* clothes?

Posted by: Simon Brunning on October 26, 2007 11:31 AM

People always need cleaning rags

Posted by: elp on October 26, 2007 12:23 PM

I haven't seen your pants though...

Posted by: Jen on October 26, 2007 02:04 PM

And you never will, so *please* stop asking.

Posted by: Simon Brunning on October 26, 2007 02:49 PM

well actually, all i have to do is pop round to yours and have a look in your front garden!

Posted by: Jen on October 26, 2007 03:23 PM
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