Master of analogies?
During the course of our software development days, we have one task that we sometimes need to do, and every time we do it an endless amount of hassle occurs. It’s frustrating; we have to figure out what broke and how, and how to fix it. It’s obnoxious. It’s not often we have to do it, but when we do, we loathe it. There really was no avoiding it happening, just by the nature of what was being done.
Today I had enough and came up with a simple procedure to combat the fuckery. Basically it was a standardized way of getting ducks in a row so that the fuckery would not occur. It’s a little extra work to prep for it, but overall fairly minor. The win is how much bang for the buck we get.
As we tried it out for the 1st time, all and all, it was a success. After the fact, as my coworker and i were discussing how well it worked, I described it as “It’s still a minor pain in the ass, but not like it was. It’s now more of a hemorrhoid than the Prison Shower Rape Scene in American History X”
Then we both laughed as we realized that it was literally the perfect analogy. And I’ll take an ointment over crying in the infirmary any day.
My own “A man lives here” story
If you didn’t see the last post I did, that’s where the title came from. My own story:
Some of you may have seen a post from my archives where I showed the early 80’s arcade that we used to have in our old house. It was big… 13 game machines and two pinball machines.
The pins didn’t fit in the room where I had the other games, so I came up with a clever plan. When you walked into the house through the kitchen via the car port, you turned right to get into most of the house. Well, if you turned left, there was an area of the kitchen that was meant for a table. We never put one there though.
So I thought to myself, “Hmmm, the two pins could go here!” ANd they did. Somehow my wife allowed it.
But the funniest damn thing was, every single time someone new came to the house it was guaranteed… The women would say “Why do you have pinball machines in your kitchen??” and the men would say “Nice! Those fit perfectly there!” Every. Single. Time. It was hilarious!
My buddy’s brother is a famous photographer and right now one of his images from the Billboard awards is starting to go viral as a meme (Miguel jumping. Whoever the fuck Miguel is)