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« Predictions for Today | Main | Three days in the hole »

July 13, 2006

Road to Prediction

Let's revisit yesterday's predictions and their outcomes.

  • I'll make serious progress on a server I've been working on
    • I did not even get to touch this project.

  • The IBM ThinkPad I've been piddling with will finally succumb to my manly-IT wiles

    • Unless you've been there it might be hard to explain how troublesome it is, sometimes, to install an operating system on a computer that was meant to have the OS installed from recovery disks. Windows 98 goes in, but at the end of the install leaves one at a command prompt requiring that 'win' be typed in. Yes, putting 'win' in the autoexec.bat works -- but isn't this an indication that something else is wrong? I had everything working well enough when I decided to install some supplemental files for the non-recovery-disk install from the IBM website. Doing this hosed the machine. A subsequent reinstall failed to load operational video drivers. And I honestly, based on my gut feeling and the IBM Diagnostics, think the display has a problem of some sort.

  • My weight will dip into the 220's

    • Just barely, this morning. I expect to bounce between 229 and 231 for a while. I am, officially, as thin as I care to be, though I also expect to settle at 225.

  • The Air Bag light on the dash of my minivan will go out never to return

    • Didn't happen. It still mocks me.

  • I will finally develop a sense of what clutter is and isn't and get my office in better shape

    • The office doesn't look too bad. I was able to get a lot done during Windows reboots.

  • This entry will look the same in IE and Firefox without me having to go to any extra trouble

    • Yea, right. The bullets look better in Firefox.

  • I could darn well win the lotteries. That's right ... lotteries. Ohio's, Kentucky's, Florida's, yours ... all of them
    • No.

    What can we gather from this? Well, we could assume that my psychic abilities are non-existent. Or, we can assume that if we were to convert time to distance (and therefore, loosely, space) that a workday would be at least twenty feet long. In this entry I've stated:

    If I could have one supernatural power I'd like to be able to see into the future. Right now I can see far enough into the future to know when someone is going to come to my office. But, I'm sort of at the end of a corridor and if anybody enters the corridor they're probably on their way to see me. Basically, I can see about 20 feet into the future. I need to see at least a day or two.


    As you know -- if it's on the Internet, it's true. That entry has been on the Internet (and, hopefully soon, The Internets) for over a year, which puts it very close to being divine fact.

    So what do we know?

  • I can see about 20 feet into the future.

  • I was unable to predict how my 8-hour day would end.

    • Therefore a workday is longer, when reduced to distance, than 20 feet. Were it 20 feet or less my predictions would have been dead on. We still don't know the upper-distance limit of a workday ... it could be 21 feet ... it could be a football field ... it could be something far greater; but this is a start. As soon as my Government Grant comes through I'll get busy on coming up with a better answer.


    In other news: The Running Man almost ran into me in the McDonald's Parking lot this morning. This man is sooo rushed that he cannot be bothered to follow the simple traffic pattern set up my McDonald's and insists on driving against the flow. He also refuses to take one of the first spots he comes to and has to drive 3/4 of the way around the building to get as close to the door as he can; he is, after all The Running Man not The Marathon Man.

    Who am I kidding? He's a rude dumbass.

    Posted by delmer at July 13, 2006 8:25 AM

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