poem-off

Aff showed me this comic:




We decided to have a contest to make up our own poems about our own lives.  His was based on the book Little Pookie, and mine was about CSS.

Aff's poem:

Roses are red,
Napa is hilly.
Did a goat eat your hat?
No, that's silly!

My poem:

Roses are red,
violet is a hue.
This poem sounds good,
but check on mobile too.

geek drama (very different from greek drama)

Recently I need to configure push notifications. I merrily fetched the encrypted certificate, to discover ... I don't have the private key in order to decrypt it.

I scoured my mind and laptop for this key. I searched deep within my soul for whether it's possible that I could've intentionally deleted a private key from my laptop. Could I have been so stupid? What does it say about me that I could've done something as stupid as deleting a private key?

If I looked back hard enough, I could vaguely semi-recall clicking on a line in Keychain Access and deleting it.

Tonight I figured out that because I'd used a service that "auto-configured" push notifications, they used their own private key, which they stored on their server. I had to upgrade my account and pay them $49.95 to download this private key. Wow.

“Without pain, how can we know joy?” —John Green