Dist upgrades gone wrong

November 6, 2005

So I had decided to upgrade my Ubuntu distro to Breezy Badger as a last-ditch effort to improve my wifi problems before taking the lappy into the shop. Unfortunately, a dist-upgrade is kind of an all-or-nothing proposition. If the smallest thing goes wrong in the middle, all kinds of stuff will potentially end up not configured properly; I think this may be particularly true with Ubuntu, because they have these distro-wide metapackages (e.g. ubuntu-desktop). There’s a particularly sickening feeling you get at the moment you realize that neither your X server nor your network interfaces work any more… so you’ll be burning an ISO to re-do your distro upgrade. Read the Breezy upgrade notes first and save yourself a lot of pain and a trip to Fry’s for CD-RWs. Do as I say, not as I did!

But as Sterling pointed out in the midst of the crisis, the great thing about Linux is that it makes you feel utterly moronic for hours — and then when you finally figure out how to do things, you get to feel smart for a minute. It’s not just an operating system — it’s an emotional journey!

Programmer no more

November 6, 2005

For ridiculous legal reasons unique to the great state of California, I am no longer allowed to be a programmer. I can’t use any variation of the term as my job title, I can’t sign my tax returns with that job category, and I can’t spend more than 50% of my time writing code. I am now officially “an executive”.

I’m sure a lot of people would just laugh this off, but I am law-abiding to an almost neurotic degree (modulo freeway driving) and therefore bad rules make me crazy. So now I am going to do my best to comply with the advice of my extremely well-meant lawyers, bitching and moaning all the way, as they take away the only job title that ever meant a damn to me.