Aside from programming my brains out for the bootstrap employer, I have cooked a breakfast (french toast), lunch (egg salad), and dinner (hand-forged hamburgers), mopped the dining room and kitchen floors, and treated the wounds Kouryou-chan's acquired in an accident on the outdoor slide. I have been her doorman for most of the day, because every time she comes in she gets distracted by something-- a book, an origami project, a video game-- and I have to remind her that the neighborhood kids are desperate for her attention. She is the bright spark in their day.
The programming was pretty good. The proposed interface has a lot of RIA (and man, am I
pissed off that
ninety percent of so-called RIA sites are really just flash sites), and now I have the user able to search through the database, drag-and-drop found items into his/her own collection, paginate through the collection with a lovely graphical scrolly thing (using the
Viewport Slider I wrote a few weeks back), and drag and drop the found items to give to other users. The user's collection is kept in a
viewport dock, which was my big research item of the day. The dock doesn't update correctly-- new items don't show up until you refresh, but that's just a single redraw event,
and I've isolated that down to a single method from which multiple forms can draw (Ajax and straight HTML),
and the dock's collection is pre-populated on the server side with a Django context processor so I don't have to remember to populate it for every page-- it's automagically populated for those pages that need it.
The most annoying bit was that the dock wasn't sized right for the redesign, and the background was static! They didn't hire me for my gimp fu, but I still dragged out the Wacom pad and liquified that puppy. (Man, that sounds grosser than I intended.) What do you mean, we're not worrying about screens smaller than 1024x768?
I ate badly though; skipped lunch and munched my way through a big bag of pistachio nuts instead. That and coffee; it's like a grown-up version of soda pop and doritos.
Still, breakfast was great. So was dinner.
Omaha's at PAX. She calls me now and then to either (a) tell me what a great time she's having, or (b) just how exhausted she is running around getting interviews from everyone.