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The master plan.
by bradfitz on April 28th 2001, 23:55
I’m going to attempt to explain everything that’s been in my head the past few weeks and what I want LJ to be like in the next month or so.

First, consider the log table. It’s almost 3 gig now, and it’s structured like crap, I know realize.

The index is on (ownerid, posterid). Ownerid should really be called “journalid” to be more consistent. Owner was used before community journals when I started using journalid more.

The problem with that index is that it only lets you quickly get at entries when you know either the ownerid, or both the ownerid and posterid (prefix matching on indexes, ya know?)

So, if I want to ask LJ to show me all of my journal entries I’ve posted anywhere, it can’t. Pathetic.

Also… I can’t post an entry to multiple communities at once (ala newsgroups). Pathetic

See what I’m getting at here?

There’s an ALTER TABLE coming up for the 2.7 gig log table. Oh boy.

It’s going to be split into two tables… one holding items, and one keeping track of what items are in what journals.

I’ll probably have to write some script to do the import slowly over a long period of time … it’s going to be a pain. But while we’re at it, we can delete old journals, and we can start compressing old, long journal entries. Dormando is going to write me a UDF function for MySQL that wraps zlib.

So, we do that and then we can cross-post to journals, and we can quickly find ever entry you’ve posted.

Then, I want to be able to give journal entries unique character names, to be exported into the URL namespace. Think: http://www.livejournal.com/~bradfitz/new_years_eve_2001

Then, I want to be able to list relationships between nodes (er, journal entires). So I can have a “class schedules” node that has children for each quarter I was in college, and my schedule then.

See— journal entries no longer have to be attached to a journal. 🙂

Basically, I want to give every LJ user and community their own everything2 site, journal, and collaboration tools.

Then, I want to build a kick-ass website to replace my old and stale bradfitz.com, using only livejournal.

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How frickin’ cool is that?

Malcolm in 30… X in 60… Hope my sweetie didn’t fall asleep!

Ah well…if she did, I’ll give her a morning update. *hugs & smoochies to her, and hugs to everyone else who’d like one… seeya!

naughty news – lots of breasts, a bunghole, creed and a mime….(the things people send me…)

A new ointment containing diltiazem–a drug used to treat chest pain and high blood pressure–effectively relieves anal fissures, small tears in the lining of the anus that can cause pain, bleeding and itching.

http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010426/hl/ointment_1.html
I wonder if it can do anything about micromanaging bosses?

Free Boobies Make Women Soldiers Happy – Men Ain’t So Upset Either

The Army has paid for a handful of female soldiers to have breast enlargements to make them happier, the Ministry of Defence has said.
A spokesman said that four women had received breast-enhancing surgery at one military hospital since the start of last year, and the total number is likely to be higher.

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/010426/80/bnhai.html

Breasts Enlarged to 40DD — Without Permission

A California Appeals Court has upheld a jury’s decision to give a woman $1.08 million because a doctor surgically enlarged her breasts without her permission, but the woman has decided against getting the operation reversed because she no longer trusts doctors.
http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010426/od/breasts_dc_1.html

Get A Boob Job, More Risk of Suicide

Women who get breast implants may be at increased risk of brain cancer and suicide, according to results of a study by the National Cancer Institute.
http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010425/hl/implants_cancer_1.html

Woman Killed By Amateur Boob-Job

Two factors drew 36-year-old Thi Hanh Lan Tran to an unlikely surgical facility at the back of a dingy downtown Toronto rooming house last month: The price for the operations was about 30 per cent lower than at an accredited clinic, and the so-called surgeon spoke Ms. Tran’s native tongue, Vietnamese.

Yesterday, Toronto Police Detective Alan MacDonald observed that several women who attended Ms. Tran’s funeral in March had visible scars from recent plastic surgery on their faces. Police suspect that, like Ms. Tran, many of those women had been patients of Minh Tam Thi Le, 36, who came to Canada last October on a student visa to study hairdressing.
http://www.globeandmail.com/gam/National/20010425/UBUSTMSB.html

Mime Becomes Spokesman

Marcel Marceau, known around the world for his silent portrayal of a sad white-faced clown with a tall, battered hat, was chosen by the United Nations (news – web sites) Wednesday as a spokesman for the older generation.
For world peace – we finally found a scapegoat we could all agree on.
http://dailynews.yahoo.com/h/nm/20010425/en/people-marceau_1.html

Sissy Gets Beaten By Creed Lead Singer

Creed singer Scott Stapp allegedly threw punches at a clubgoer who heckled him on Sunday (April 22) night at a St. Augustine, Florida nightclub. According to published reports, the man egged Stapp on, saying, “You should’ve stuck with Pearl Jam.” The agitated vocalist then reportedly yelled back, “You want to disrespect me?” to which the patron replied, “You’re not a superstar.” It was then, reports say, that Stapp hit the man, giving him a bloody lip and black eye.
http://music.yahoo.com/music/news/launch/story.html?a=n/music/news/launch/rock/20010425/9/p1&b=n/music/news/launch/rock/20010425/9/p2

What’s been up since 5pm.

Well, I’m back.

I missed my sweetheart a lot today… we got messages back and forth, but missed each other online…just now, by inches.

I’ll think good thoughts of her sleeping, and catch her tomorrow, though. 🙂 *wants to capture her for the whole day… maybe I can pull off some time….

Tally of this evening –

Got to give hugs to Cathi & Dave… Cathi’s child is about the size of a large oliveat this point… 9th week, I believe.

Dave’s looking good, as is Cathi… Dave seems to be filling out (I thought he was losing weight, but since he’s hitting the gym, perhaps his chest is just bulking up to meet his tummy. I think Cathi’s looking forward to growing breasts… she’s a slight girl, never really was super curvy. *reminder to self – Dave’s going to burn me some of his advanced ASP tutorials on to CD for me…get him some blanks for him.

We had veggie lasagna, and I got christmas/birthday presents (that’s how long it’s been..I’ve seen ’em once or twice since Xmas, but they forgot the goodies… )

Here’s a tally of the loot.A toy robot with suction-cup feet, that can walk on two legs, supposedly up walls, and vertically. I suspect it won’t work… but will try it. (takes 2 AAA batteries, so I’ll dig some rechargeables for my palm). upon further inspection.. it just might work.. the suction cups have a piston release… very interesting gizmo.

little toy robot!

A bag of york peppermint patty bites. Yum. I’m going to ration this out over a week .

A lovely, black short-sleeved, button-neck shirt… from the Elderborgs. 🙂 (Cathi’s parent’s… Mom & Pop Willenborg)

A nice Enya CD… (I’d buned a copy for myself via napster, so I can now share the wealth, and keep the original!… come to think of it, I’ve already shared the wealth with one sweet redhead…)

A gift container of Lifesavers candy… 8 half-rolls, and a set of holiday games inside… the lifesavers are vaccum packed, so I Imagine they’re still good.

A very cool metal ‘book’ container designed to look like the adventures of curious george…. metal is aluminum, a little to small to hold cd’s, but not by much. it’s filled with more hard candies… man.. they know Scotto has a sweet-tooth. not sure what to store in it… maybe sundries? insense cones? a little pencil and notepad? Heck, I don’t know, but it’s a nifty thingie. probaby end up being a first-aid kit… I keep forgetting that is something Ishould have around… band-aids, a small ace bandage, some burn cream.

Anyhow… after a quick supper, we tooled out to go see Blow (7pm show) and it was good… seemed longer than it was, but an interesting film. A good testament of how some bad decisions can bite you on the rear. Ray Liotta was quite good in it, as was the rest…save for the woman who played the mother… she seemed a little hollow to me. It being Saturday night at the riverwalk, there were all sorts of people out and about…a fascinating study in people in general.*lots* of people. a loopy guy, probably a derelict, roaming the alley, with a hand clutching his neck, and muttering. A woman walking a tragically haircut poodle, and anothe rlady with a poochie like Zoe ‘s Herchel, or Applelard’s Buddy. Barhoppers in varying degrees of over-, casual, and un-dress. Trendy girls in tight black pants and vinyl shirts with bare backs seems to be the fashion statement of choice. To describe “MY Team”… Dave – Bathtub Gin/Phish Shirt, Thick beaded necklace, and long-shorts, Birkenstocks. Cathi – Purple spiral Tie-dye dress (a very cool one… it suits her, plus it’s roomy enough for her to wear full term, I think) and Birks. Me, a Universal Studios Grey T-Shirt Is;ands of Adventure, covered in assorted Marvel Comics SuperHeroes, Forest green pants (in honor of the Celtic Festival), plaid green boxers and of course…. Birkenstocks… all identical feeties. 🙂 We were stopped by a photographic scavenger hunt… and I was used as one of the items… (they wanted a photo of my fuzzy back… worth 10 points) so, that was fun…I want to do something like that…if I’d had time, I would have liked to see what other things were on the list…. I noticed the one below mine was ‘a set of twins’ for 15 points, but I didn’t see the rest.

After the movie, we pretty much just headed back, and shot the breeze on the drive. a nice night… although I missed my sweetheart terribly.

Turning in… I want to be up early to see my gal… or if she sleeps in, get my chores done. 🙂

G’nite, Journal, and to all you kids that might be reading. *hug*

A little miffed.

Last night, I made plans to go out with Dave & Cathi this afternoon for lunch and maybe a movie.

I just got a call, and the time has changed to this evening. *aches*

I don’t want to go out tonight, but I feel I must, if I’m to see the nice hippies before the baby’s going to be born…plus I’ve not seen them for a few months.

*whine whine*… ah well, I’ll have a good time, and be home at 9 or 10ish… I hope that’ll leave me enough time to play some AOK, and see my sweetie… bad budgeting of time (and especially folks being late, or changng my time fo me) can tick me off, though.

I do know that we’ll be eating about 5ish, maybe catch the 7ish movie. Ish. uck. I’m not terribly anal, but a schedule is helpful when the day is only so long.

Possible movies –

I want to see Memento. They want to see Blow. *checking the times…looks like blow wins. Memento isn’t even at the theater.heck, the only one locally that it is playing at is the Drier theater, near the borders.

Hrm… *That* would’ve been nice. Stick to plan, go out to lunch, see memento. maybe coffee at borders, be home by 6. Well, I suppose a 4 hour shift is an acceptable loss. *note get more money out to take them out, to celebrate new baby…too early to get a present, I suppose.

Time to scavenge for lunch… see you folks later on. 🙂

following like a good lemming

What’s your perfect car?

Scotto, you’re a Beater

What do you care if your exhaust pipe drags a little on the pavement or if it takes a few tries to wheeze that motor to life in the morning? The car for you is a Beater, since you don’t have time to worry about the quality of your wheels. We’re thinking a 1970 Dodge Dart or a 1974 Chevy Nova maybe still painted its original salmon orange or moccasin brown. With over 100,000 miles on that odometer, it’s been around the block more times than you can count, and there are some great memories buried in that cracked vinyl back seat. Besides being a testament to your laid back lifestyle, and that ironic take on life, you recognize how owning a beater is a great advantage on the road. Notice how other cars don’t mess with you, knowing you wouldn’t think twice about ramming them just to make a point. Maybe some will call it an eyesore, but your time-honored ride is just proof of your true individuality.