The musical rectal thermometer

A good day. I worked like a dog! (From bed.) I did like 8 million loads of laundry! I took care of Moomin, who mostly slept, read comic books, and ate popsicles. I read a bunch of chapters of “Farmer Boy” to Moomin. I hung around still working and then reading (an entire novel, Mission Child, which was sort of like a tranny Julie of the Wolves in space) while Rook and his Cthulhu buddies did some very solemn, devoted, silent, complicated character creation, far into the night gathered round in the living room.

And I laughed till I was crying a little at the SpongeBob Digital Musical Rectal Thermometer. Let me just say, if I had something up my butt, I would not want it to be musical, and I wouldn’t want it to have anything to do with some grotesque cartoon.

I realized as I scrambled to fix a bunch of errors that I am used to 3 things in my computery world: code that is immediately testable in a no-consequences environment, i.e. back end or development boxes or my own machine; blogging, where instant feedback puts me in a very fast edit-and-fix loop that only depends on myself; and wikis, also very “hack and fix”. It makes me sloppy and careless on the one hand, but on the other, it takes my natural sloppy and careless tendencies and turns them into freewheeling fastworking hackery virtues. But it does mean that in a Real World environment, I need to write tests, and do tests, and completely depend on tests!

That was my insight of the day.

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4 Responses to “The musical rectal thermometer”

  1. laura queue



    “sort of like a tranny Julie of the Wolves in space” — that is going straight in the fsfwiki entry on MC.

  2. ralphie



    reminds me of a joke:
    whats the difference between a rectal and an oral thermometer?
    the taste…

  3. ralphie



    reminds me of a joke:
    whats the difference between a rectal and an oral thermometer?
    the taste…

  4. Rick Keir



    “Let me just say, if I had something up my butt, I would not want it to be musical” …
    the people in this coffeeshop do not understand why I am laughing hysterically to the sound of “The Macarena” on the overhead loudspeakers.

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