D'oh!

Sometimes the answer isn't just staring you in the face, it's dancing around you, beeping your nose, making your underwear ride up and hiding your left sock in the morning.

All week I have been fighting with this suite of reports.  I have been cursing the people who created this report environment, cursing the people who created our databases, and directing all manner of scatological blasphemes at various and sundry deities.

This morning I finally figured out what (I hope) has been causing my grief; I had two programs attempting to overwrite the same file at the same time.  Since I use those files to trigger and feed the subsequent reports in this suite, that could be, er, potentially problematic.

I'm not too down on myself over this because it was actually a very subtle bug, and it was only a fluke that I spotted it this morning.  I'm glad that I found the problem.

I was running out of good epithets.

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I'm down to my last 100 GMail invites if anyone out there is still interested.  Get one before they're gone.

Here's a bonus meme for the day.

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

"No use trying to fight it, you're an eight-sided die, a d8. A fine example of simple elegance, the d8 is one of the least appreciated types of dice, and is often neglected. You are known to be quiet and shy, outward traits that conceal viscous sarcasm and mean wit. You are very smart, yet wise enough to hide your intelligence the quicker they found out how smart you are, the sooner they'll put you to work, which is something you can do without. People call you dark and pessimistic, or moody and cynical. You find little point in arguing."