The Quiet at Villa Sternberg
Aug. 13th, 2004 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsIt was a quiet Thursday, all things considered. I went to work and squashed about eight bugs, nothing too special. One of the biggest discussions erupted over one of the smallest bugs: whether or not the "field that tells the user what this server is configured to do" should be called a "comment" or a "description". Since one of the missions is to "emulate Microsloth interfaces as much as possible in a distributed fileserving space" we consulted. MS has three different tools for modifying the server configuration-- and two of them use "comment" and one-- the new service wizard-- uses "description." Love that consistency.
We went with "comment" throughout. Silly.
The bus ride home was fine, a little long, apparently some kind of traffic incident on 1st Avenue, but my laptop battery held throughout and I got home without incident, 700 words done. Omaha showed off her nice clean rugs; apparently a door-to-door vacuum salesman had come by, trying to sell Kirby products. The girls were playing with dolls downstairs.
Dinner was baked adult macaroni & cheese, not that Kraft stuff (which the girls know is "Macaroni & Squeeze", because the pastuerized processed cheese food product comes out of a foil squeeze bag-- but they still like it, ick), and then we all went out to Kidopolis. I read a little bit from some paperback I referred to as "Spinach reading" (you know you probably won't enjoy it, but reading it will be good for you) but as it turned out it's a pretty good book. Only one piece of dialogue sounded wrong to me. And the author has done a good job of setting up a mystery; let's hope he doesn't drop it. The girls ran around for an hour without incident; it's so wonderful to see them being so physical, up and down the padded three-story jungle gym.
We got home, had dessert, read books and sent the kids to bed. Completely ordinary. To Omaha's dismay, I played Grand Theft Auto for an hour before we went to bed ourselves. It was chilly last night in contrast to the day's heat; I snuggled up with Omaha good.
We went with "comment" throughout. Silly.
The bus ride home was fine, a little long, apparently some kind of traffic incident on 1st Avenue, but my laptop battery held throughout and I got home without incident, 700 words done. Omaha showed off her nice clean rugs; apparently a door-to-door vacuum salesman had come by, trying to sell Kirby products. The girls were playing with dolls downstairs.
Dinner was baked adult macaroni & cheese, not that Kraft stuff (which the girls know is "Macaroni & Squeeze", because the pastuerized processed cheese food product comes out of a foil squeeze bag-- but they still like it, ick), and then we all went out to Kidopolis. I read a little bit from some paperback I referred to as "Spinach reading" (you know you probably won't enjoy it, but reading it will be good for you) but as it turned out it's a pretty good book. Only one piece of dialogue sounded wrong to me. And the author has done a good job of setting up a mystery; let's hope he doesn't drop it. The girls ran around for an hour without incident; it's so wonderful to see them being so physical, up and down the padded three-story jungle gym.
We got home, had dessert, read books and sent the kids to bed. Completely ordinary. To Omaha's dismay, I played Grand Theft Auto for an hour before we went to bed ourselves. It was chilly last night in contrast to the day's heat; I snuggled up with Omaha good.
