It's been busy here at work, busy like a one-legged man at an ass kicking contest busy. And here of late my Muse has evidently been too busy helping Pete Timbertoe there, because she sure hasn't been roosting on my shoulder.
I had to share this, though--Vulgar Wizard managed today to crash one of her accounting programs so bad that not even the IT guys in the home office could fix it. Seems this whole thing is Java, and there's supposed to be a little pop-up console to finalise POs and things. It started with VW yelling at me for help because she couldn't get the window to pin down; it refused to do anything except float one virtual inch above her mouse pointer. After some determined mousing she managed to make it dissapear off the top of the screen, but that's where the problems REALLY began--it refused to come back from wherever it went.
So a fast call to IT in Baton Rouge leaves their entire department scratching their heads, taking turns ghosting VW's workstation machine, trying to make the reclusive window return home, but thus far no luck and we're already half an hour into the drama. Stay tuned for late-breaking developments.
Perhaps her window went to cyberspace to help Tron and Flynn out in the battle against the Master Control Program. Failing that perhaps they can go and overthrow Atari.