From: UIM
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2008 7:38 AM
I could have sworn that months ago I disproved the assertion that the values could be changed in the database via the method you propose. (If someone is still asserting that, I would like to have a quick meeting with that someone down on the loading dock, where I will introduce them to my friend, Mr. Rebar.)
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From: NotIronMan
Sent: Tue 5/6/2008 7:50 AM
I concur with UIM. It is physically impossible to change it via that path.
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From: BigCheerfulGuy
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2008 9:08 AM
Understood, we were always a little hazy on whether this ACTUALLY worked or if we only heard legendary tales about the brave warrior who once made it happen somehow. This is coming up more now with Europe and Asia Support.
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From: UIM
Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2008 9:11 AM
"Brave warrior who once made it happen somehow." That would look good on a resume. "I am the Cuchulain of intractable data wars."
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Fury (B)
This is the night I would pay anything to undo.
I won't rehash details (pounding a beer while trying to keep my temper, listening to her self-absorbed bullshit because I'm that much of a patsy, walking home four blocks blinded by tears and choking on rage).
I'm just noting this with two appropriate lyrics.
"One punch and you knocked me down.
Tore my defenses apart.
One round took me out of the game.
You did me some permanent harm."
- Rolling Stones, "One Hit to the Body," Dirty Work
"She's a cold hard bitch.
Just a kiss on the lips,
And I was on my knees,
Waiting, baby.
Cold hard bitch.
She was shaking her hips.
And that was all that I needed.
Waiting, baby."
- Jet, "Cold Hard Bitch," Get Born
I won't rehash details (pounding a beer while trying to keep my temper, listening to her self-absorbed bullshit because I'm that much of a patsy, walking home four blocks blinded by tears and choking on rage).
I'm just noting this with two appropriate lyrics.
"One punch and you knocked me down.
Tore my defenses apart.
One round took me out of the game.
You did me some permanent harm."
- Rolling Stones, "One Hit to the Body," Dirty Work
"She's a cold hard bitch.
Just a kiss on the lips,
And I was on my knees,
Waiting, baby.
Cold hard bitch.
She was shaking her hips.
And that was all that I needed.
Waiting, baby."
- Jet, "Cold Hard Bitch," Get Born
Sunday, May 01, 1994
ABSAROKE (B) (Bad Poetry)
I am the only outcast crow,
Born to serve the Darkest Lady,
But dreaming of the Light.
Corpses' eyes and burning cities
Kept my tribe alive for years,
Soaring on the night.
Flocking to Her as She dances
A blood-step on the smoke-choked air,
Lusting in the fight.
Writhing beats of wings and heart black
Ravening in tears of pain,
Slaked on mortal might.
But in the night of gorging plunder
I have seen the fire flicker
Far from camps of blight.
Flame to cloak Her, Flame to guide Her,
Flame to form Her tools of Healing,
Count'ring Death's despite.
I circle, watching, as I've gyred
A thousand times round fields of gore,
As though I were to strike.
Her fires lift my wings and heartache,
Her brilliance blanches my savage hunger.
I hold a purer flight.
Burn I must in apostate glory,
Severed from my carrion family,
Burning, burning bright.
Born to serve the Darkest Lady,
But dreaming of the Light.
Corpses' eyes and burning cities
Kept my tribe alive for years,
Soaring on the night.
Flocking to Her as She dances
A blood-step on the smoke-choked air,
Lusting in the fight.
Writhing beats of wings and heart black
Ravening in tears of pain,
Slaked on mortal might.
But in the night of gorging plunder
I have seen the fire flicker
Far from camps of blight.
Flame to cloak Her, Flame to guide Her,
Flame to form Her tools of Healing,
Count'ring Death's despite.
I circle, watching, as I've gyred
A thousand times round fields of gore,
As though I were to strike.
Her fires lift my wings and heartache,
Her brilliance blanches my savage hunger.
I hold a purer flight.
Burn I must in apostate glory,
Severed from my carrion family,
Burning, burning bright.
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