I was trying to edit an old post, ‘PHP and forms’, this morning but I kept getting “Service Temporarily Unavailable.” Every time in the past that I have tried to edit that particular entry, I’ve gotten the same result. I don’t know if it’s WordPress or Dreamhost or what, but it’s annoying as can be. I finally just deleted the entry, after copying its contents to a file on my computer, and get this: I couldn’t delete it via WordPress, I had to go in and manually delete it from the database. Then when I tried to post a new entry with the same content and post title, I got the same darn error. I don’t know what’s up with that; we’ll see if this entry right here goes through or not, though I guess if you’re reading it, then it posted fine. The good that has come from this is that I’m going through the old tutorial and cleaning it up so that it meets with my standards of today, rather than those of 2005.

There was an open-house IBM meeting today on campus to which I went. They catered Moe’s for us and students got to talk with IBM employees (managers and programmers alike) about their mentoring program, which I signed up for. I talked to several people about the idea of a summer internship, and it turns out my friend Mark works for IBM currently, doing Javascript and web stuff, and he’s going to put in a good word for me with his manager. I think it’d be hella cool to work for IBM because they seem very pro-open source and pro-Linux, which of course excites me. They gave us little tote bags filled with all kinds of neat IBM swag, too, including a beer cozy (I guess it could be used for non-alcoholic drinks as well, but no one calls them ‘Diet Rite cozies’ or the like), little notepads with ‘THINK’ on one side and the IBM logo on the other, a transparent watch that clips onto your keys and has a light, a digital clock about 1"x3.5"x1", some kind of light-up wand thingy that looks like it should be used for waving in jets, and a tape measure that goes on a keyring. I tell you, I love the little gidgets companies pass out in career fairs and similar events; they make great idle toys.

I got my first pedicure ever today; if I remember later, I’ll post photos. All you feet haters run screaming now; you’ve been warned! I’m hopelessly ticklish on my feet, I think because as a child I got glass in them after stepping on a broken light bulb. I remember laying (lying?) on my stomach on the couch, my dad holding my feet still and warning me not to move as he dug the fragments out with his pocketknife. How’s that for a pleasant picture? Yeah, so that left me with extremely sensitive feet, or so goes my theory. Anyway, when the tiny Vietnamese man (I had to ask; I can kind of tell Chinese and Koreans by appearance, but I’m unfamiliar with Vietnamese looks) was buffing the bottom of my feet, I had Jessica’s hand in a death grip as I struggled not to kick him in the face; I laughed the entire time, to the amusement of the other employees.

On a side note, I just smashed a good-sized roach crawling across the wall with my bare hand. Does that make me brave or just incredibly gross? Ssh, don’t tell Todd, or he might not find me attractive anymore.