Moving right along

The script I'm writing for CI right now has the following primary functions

1. blank (feed a blank play list form)
   
2. create (process the form and insert proper data in database)
   
3. update (process the form and update existing show)
   
4. editor (feed a filled in form of some selected show)
   
5. index (feed an index of shows within a specified range)
   

Here's what is done. index, create, editor (95%).

blank won't take much time. Mostly a cut and paste html job.
update won't take much longer. It's a cut and past from create.

Once this script is in place, data from old shows will be inserted into the database.

Then, we can grab player histories for bios and such. Yay.

I've come away from time

I'm in one of those odd moods. Well, maybe it's not a mood. I don't know what to call it. If I were talking about a three month old, I'd probably be talking about object persistence.

This morning seems like a thousand years ago. I spent time with several people I really enjoy being around this evening and it seems like I haven't talked to a soul in days.

And right at this moment in time, all I want to do is drink, smoke and engage in some lewd sexual behavior. And it has nothing to do with wanting alcohol, tobacco or sex. It's just a weird mood.

I also stopped working on the scripts about a hour ago. I had lots of good reasons about why and when. But there was nothing original about them. :)

Tomorrow, I'm going to build a small gate so lizetta's dog can run around veggiebelle's back yard. I'm excited about it. It will be a fun, simple project. I notice, though, that it is getting more and more elaborate in my head. :)

I'm going to bed. Perhaps I'll sleep.

The perfect Spam Filter

would maintain a database with input from thousands of machines. The third case of verified spam would automatically cause the sender's genitals to fall off. The sixth case would cause the senders head to implode.

In a dip

Funny, though. I'm being productive to beat the band on my CI scripts.

But I'm not in a very good mood. And I know the story I'm telling myself. I'm feeling unloved and UNLIKED! Isn't that silly. I know this is a big ol' lie.

I know why I'm thinking it. It will pass. I'm just going to wallow a bit as I work in my script. I'll keep the Big Lie to myself, though. It would cause some upset I'm unwilling to cause over a trifle.

I'll break the mood by show time. It's a good time tonight!

Oh yeah on script writing

The scripts to put stuff into the database and to edit the database are completed for the CI "This week" page. Soon, "who played what when" will be easy to get at.

The one tricky bit left (not all that tricky) is to write the script that populates the page as it will be seen from the website. Here are the requirements:

1. If the cast member has a bio page, there must be a link to it next to his or her name.
2. Multiple names for a give part must be displayed correctly along with any "second line" information
3. The correct performance must be displayed!
4. If there are not "future" performances in the database, the page has to say something interesting.
5. The page must be able to deal with multiple future shows in a sane way (Like 3 shows at Halloween)

Then, for the future:

1. Scripts that will give the last five roles played for bio pages. (as an option? Must ask Amy.)
2. Admin query page to allow selected individuals to get a history of a given person or part or other criteria.
3. Let someone get their own history with optional criteria.

In love again

Yep. That's exactly what I want right now. That's the bit that missing for me.

Someone recently said something about having itches to scratch. I've always liked that phrase. And it fits for me right now. It's a different itch, to be sure, but an itch nonetheless.

Looking inward and outward, though, and I find not one acceptable way to scratch this itch. I know it's just a point of view. I'm just looking at the world as if there is something true between me and heaven.

Often, though, knowing gives no action, but does make the itch more insistent and more irritating. I want to cuddle with one or more people. The biggest problem with that isn't that no one will cuddle with me, but that of all the people I know, there isn't a single one I want to cuddle with.

Oh, I still want to be touched and to touch -- it keeps the universe real for me -- but there isn't anyone I know with whom I want to spoon or snuggle up against to watch goofy or sappy movies.

The oddest thing is that the times when the itch is least noticeable is when I'm petting lizetta's dog. I'm sure there is some interesting bit of psychology in that. :)

I am so resisting going to RHPS tonight. And I know it's just my old pattern of distancing myself when I'm feeling this way. And the clock is dragging along.

Oh well. It could also be a function of the heat and humidity. I'm sitting here drenched and uncomfortable. I haven't slept well in days and days. And I'm having optical migraines several times a day. Add to that, my left ear is plugged up again and I can't hear for shit.

Whine. Whine. Whine. :)

There. Better to have that all outside my head than inside. I feel better already.