it wasn’t the want it might seem to be, although want was certainly involved. wanting does not make the necessary less so, but it does leave motives open to doubt.
� � � we interrupt this nonsense with breaking news: there has been a dead bee-napping. my mascot dammit. gone. or worse, not gone, just being held in an undisclosed location pending freaking me out when i least expect it. um. okay then. � � �
anyway. for a few of the wee hours last night i was engaging in some serious self-flagellation in the form of a PHP class of search functions, same little bastard that beat me down a few weeks back, working me over again. & i was losing – i was no closer to the answer than when i started, & i went to bed a defeated woman.
at seven-thirty (am!), the phone interrupted some twisty dreamy logic process, & i woke up knowing; not the why of it but very definitely the what. & i got up at that hour, yes. i got up, & i finished in about an hour, something that i’d been struggling with off & on for a month.
i cannot describe in any conscious context the knowledge i gained, it’s glyphs & images, nuances, a comprehension of direction, perhaps a sense of the shape of the reasons for the answer. i have some crossed wires in me, you know. i can feel the errant synaptic activity physically, energy dodging down the wrong way at the last minute & the understanding remaining just out of reach … sometimes clarity never comes.
but it works. the lyric search. it works.
My boss is away for a couple more days. Perhaps I’ll get to work on some of my own smart assed suggestions
Cool. I know exactly what you’re talking about. (bet you don’t hear THAT every day …)
i thought i read it as “serious self-flaTULATION”
*ahem* –>> points at lyricsearch. –>> well? is it cool? or what?
holymoly, woman! you are my idol! i love it!!
When exactly do you sleep?
perhaps you should. the lyricbase isn’t getting bigger all by itself. *taps foot*
oh, generally between the hours of, say, four-ish, & nine-ish. i don’t ever get anywhere before 10, & usually closer to 11.
i am nocturnal.
The lyric search doesn’t suck. It is actually quite nice. It does, however, need far more Elvis Costello, especially from Imperial Bedroom, King of America, and Spike. I’d suggest some Pogues as well, but then again, I really have no idea what Shane is singing. He’s got a mouth full of marbles, that one.
well, scott, if the lyricbase lacks these important things, it would be because you haven’t submitted them yet. it’s not like there aren’t little notes all over the place begging for lyrics.
strangers with candy — click that over –>there. everyone ought to. now that i have search i want A LOT of lyrics. i want lots & lots. more. i want … oh you get the idea
you are brilliant! this rocks!
I have my best ideas in the shower. I don’t know why. Maybe the peace and quiet? I should go take showers when I have code problems…hmmm.
ooooo….lyric searchy nice!
Hey, would you like a replacement for Crispy? I’ll be happy to try to get you one out by the woodshed. Dead or alive, your call.
um, well i think i’ll just have to decline that most generous offer, there will only ever be one chrispy. unless i kill again, but it still wouldn’t be the same grody dishwater- marinated crispy critter.