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Matthew just told me to go fetch his lunch

The week started off well.

We released LAM 6.5 and 6.4a7. I included the press release about this in a prior journal entry. There was much rejoycing.

But then I checked my e-mail this morning and saw that some guy claimed that he couldn't start parallel jobs under Linux with LAM 6.5. And then 3 or 4 others chimed in saying the same thing. Nooo!!!!!

Needless to say, this is a software developer's nightmare: discover a bug immediately after a big release. It took a while, but I tracked the bug down to a faulty test in LAM's configure script. And it only seemed to affect Linux (it had to do with pseudo-tty behavior). Arrrgghhh!!!

Someone else also found a legitimate bug in the C++ bindings. It's amusing because the C++ bug has been there for quite some time, but it just happened to be found on the heels of the Linux pty Big Bug.

So I released 6.5.1 and 6.4a8 this afternoon.

Hopefully, things will be ok now.

No, Trond from Redhat just e-mailed me and says that all the tests are failing on his Linux 2.4.2 machine. Arrgggghhh!!!! In all fairness, we've never tested on 2.4.2, so I'm kinda hoping it's just some kind of stupid difference between linux 2.2.x and 2.4.x. He's going to give us access to his machines tomorrow to give it a whirl. We'll have to see.

Ugh. All of this made today be pretty crappy.

I finally had my windshield replaced the other day. It cracked itself quite a while ago after a particularly cold evening. I just came out one morning and there was a 2 foot crack across my windshield. It clearly wasn't impact damage of any kind; it just appeared there. So I assumed it was thermal damage.

Anyway, now that I have a garage, I finally called USAA to start a claim on my windshield. It didn't cost me a dime, and they had a guy out here the very next day to replace it.

I watched him do it -- it was fairly interesting. Lots and lots of sealant to keep those windshields in place, and keep water out. The guy told me that Saturns were probably his least favorite windshields to replace (this is all this guy does -- replace glass in cars; he's been doing it for 12 years, so I would guess that he pretty much knows what he's talking about) because they have a larger curve than most, and it makes it a bit more difficult to get the new windshield in, etc.

The main sealant that he used to hold in the new windshield was some caulk-like stuff that he put around the frame before he put in the new windshield. When he was all done, he told me to wait about 2 hours before driving because the caulk would need time to cure. The windshield would still stay in place if I needed to drive, 'cause there's other clips and strips and various insidious devices holding it in place, but apparently (and I didn't know this beforehand) the purpose of windshields is not only to keep wind and rain and whatnot out of the car, they are also to keep passengers in the car in the event of a collision. And if I drove before the caulk cured, in the event of a collision, the windshield could pop out.

So that's an interesting engineering issue -- making caulk-like adhesive and a plate of glass that is strong enough to hold up to several hundred pounds of humans and other loose objects in the car, assumedly all moving with a very large momentum. Woof!

I've had to get my DoD "secret" clearance updated. Apparently, my last background investigation was done in 1990, and they're only good for 10 years. So my original clearance has expired. I got a packet in the mail for my reinvestigation. I had to download some questionairre program (Windoze only, of course) that asked a zillion questions about my history.

One of the things that it asked was all of my addresses for the past 10 years. After some thinking about this, I was surprised to discover that I have lived at 16 different addresses over the past 10 years (including my current address). Wow. No wonder I hate moving!

I also had to be fingerprinted. This seems kinda weird, especially since I've been fingerprinted before (when I entered ROTC). A person's fingerprints never change over their life -- they expand a bit, but my understanding is that the unique characteristics of the whirls and whatnot stay the same, albiet they typically grow in size as your hands get larger. So why did they need them again? Who knows...

I went to my local police station and was surprised to find out that they only do fingerprinting on the third Thursday of every month (no joke). I know that ND security department does it if you just walk in (Brian had it done for his DoE clearance about 2-3 weeks ago). However, my local police department gave me the number to some adjoining precints, so I called them, and one of them does it every day.

I went today and had it done. The officer who took my fingerprints says that they do about 10-15 a week, for all kinds of different agencies. DoD (department of defense), DoE (department of energy), FBI, various insundry banking and trading firms, etc., etc.

I stopped at the mall to get Tracy's birthday present (next week
-- I know I'm safe, 'cause she never reads my journal :-). I parked at one side and had to walk clear across the mall -- through various department stores and whatnot -- to get what I was looking for. How annoying. And there's all the chatty folks in the aisles in the mall with the mini store displays selling cell phones and sunglasses and watches and portable walrus scrubbers, each one of them feeling the need to ask you if you want their particular product as you walk by.

No, I don't want a portable walrus scrubber. I'm just trying to walk by.

Don't get me wrong -- the mall is the qunitissential symbol of American capitolism (Suzanne and Rich -- don't you dare start quoting facts at me here, I'm on a roll), but with all those stores all selling essentially the same items (are clothes from the Gap really much different than Tommy Hilfinger clothes?), I just have to ask myself: why?

How did I possibly enjoy going to the mall when I was a teenager? Oh, wait -- I didn't.

Maybe I'm just one of those people who likes to go get what they want and not have to bother with 16 billion choices. Maybe I was just in a pissy mood because someone found a real bug in LAM earlier today (this was most likely it). Oh well. End of topic...

My aunt gave me the e-mail addresses of my cousins Pat and Chris the other day. I mailed them, but they haven't replied yet, the little weasels. I'm sure they've seen my mail -- they're the ones who were almost sold into slavery to pay off the excessive AOL telephone bill last month, so I'm sure that they're online all the time...

Tracy's parents are visiting her grandmother in Illinois this week. They're stopping by this weekend to visit and to see the house.

Must go; have been doing LAM stuff all day, and no dissertation work. Ugh!

There are 449 xmms's running on queeg, out of 552 processes total -- 81%.

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