If I want to use an HTML <SELECT> drop-down list that allows the user to select multiple items, PHP requires that its name end with a pair of square brackets, []. Otherwise, PHP only recognizes the last selected item. Wow, even Microsoft's much-maligned "classic" ASP can do better than that.
I guess I'm just stunned by the arrogance of a language that required programmers to change standard HTML naming conventions to process REQUEST data. That the naming conventions will mostly likely break any JavaScript references to the <SELECT> list is even more stupefying.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Documents in Montreal
FedEx came through, and the package representing much collective effort (on my part and Dearest's) was delivered--so far as I know--without incident. I'm annoyed with the paralegal for not replying to Tuesday night's email asking him to skim the list of enclosed documents had any red flags. Will nag tonight. On to finding something else to fret about, be it a screw-up on my/our part or a particularly crabby CIC agent reviewing our app. & documentation or whatever...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Second milestone (hopefully) reached
Two pounds of paper in a FedEx envelope, sixty-four bucks on my credit card, and a guilty twinge of my conscience over the carbon footprint of overnighting something to Montreal, all before my first cup of coffee. Hopefully, that's all that's needed to convince the CIC folks that they should let us in as productive members of Canadian society.
No red carpet required--nay, nary even a butler to open the door while the valet parks the car. Just pretty-please-with-organic-fair-trade-chocolate-sauce-on-top no more having to take off in the middle of the day to stand in front of desks or counters. No more freakout moments of "Oh, $#!+--we were supposed to have that notarized!" No more digging through boxes to find documents that have no relevance to our day-to-day existence. No more being told that we'll have to pay handsome fees for 6-8 week waits. And for love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, no more gut-dropping moments when we realize that some faceless bureaucracy has dropped the ball.
But most importantly, I just hope that we have, in fact, dotted all "i"s and crossed all "t"s. After the package--His Noodliness willing--lands on the paralegal's desk tomorrow morning, the second round of waiting begins. I'm not particularly good at waiting, but given the choice between waiting and scrambling...yeah.
No red carpet required--nay, nary even a butler to open the door while the valet parks the car. Just pretty-please-with-organic-fair-trade-chocolate-sauce-on-top no more having to take off in the middle of the day to stand in front of desks or counters. No more freakout moments of "Oh, $#!+--we were supposed to have that notarized!" No more digging through boxes to find documents that have no relevance to our day-to-day existence. No more being told that we'll have to pay handsome fees for 6-8 week waits. And for love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, no more gut-dropping moments when we realize that some faceless bureaucracy has dropped the ball.
But most importantly, I just hope that we have, in fact, dotted all "i"s and crossed all "t"s. After the package--His Noodliness willing--lands on the paralegal's desk tomorrow morning, the second round of waiting begins. I'm not particularly good at waiting, but given the choice between waiting and scrambling...yeah.
Monday, December 28, 2009
My subconscious still surprises me at times
Normally, I think it's boorish to talk about dreams, but I was just surprised to find that my subconscious is so slow on the uptake.
Backstory: There's a recurring theme in my dreams where I am present when my (maternal) grandparents' graves are unearthed--sometimes with purpose, sometimes through freakish accident. Another theme is that I'm venturing into their house (which was control-burned by the Fire Dept. something like 20 years ago). Once, Grandma was somehow alive despite the fact I knew in the dream that she wasn't supposed to be.
I lost an uncle just over a month back, and last night was the first night I returned in my dreams to the house in which he and my aunt (still living, albeit in a nursing home) shared for decades. Almost returned, anyway--I woke up before the fact. Now I wonder how often I'll be returning in sleep to that house, which is on the opposite end of the road on which my grandparents' house stood.
...And yet you will weep, and know why...It is Margaret you mourn for...
Backstory: There's a recurring theme in my dreams where I am present when my (maternal) grandparents' graves are unearthed--sometimes with purpose, sometimes through freakish accident. Another theme is that I'm venturing into their house (which was control-burned by the Fire Dept. something like 20 years ago). Once, Grandma was somehow alive despite the fact I knew in the dream that she wasn't supposed to be.
I lost an uncle just over a month back, and last night was the first night I returned in my dreams to the house in which he and my aunt (still living, albeit in a nursing home) shared for decades. Almost returned, anyway--I woke up before the fact. Now I wonder how often I'll be returning in sleep to that house, which is on the opposite end of the road on which my grandparents' house stood.
...And yet you will weep, and know why...It is Margaret you mourn for...
Friday, December 25, 2009
Nice call-out
I can't say I'm a fan of what's become of health care reform, particularly given the anti-choice poison-pills and the big fat, chocolate-dipped giveaway to insurance companies in the form of the coverage mandate. Frankly, I hope the reconciled version dies and the process begins again--with rather less hysteria. What will be remembered of the 2009 putsch, though, is how close it came...and that the GOP lost the round.
That being said, I thought that the smackdown the Associated Press handed the hypocrites in the Grandstanding Old Party was ace: Democrats see GOP Hypocrisy in health care debate.
The bleat that "the economy has changed since the Medicare expansion" just doesn't wash. When you pass an entitlement in perpetuity, do you assume that the coffers will be full and still expect to balance a budget during the lean times? I call bull$#!+ on that line of self-excusing spin. Particularly as the economy was rather precarious even after things settled down post-9/11. I knew it at the time, and I've had six whole credits of Economics. And these so-called leaders couldn't figure that out? Really?
Just goes to show what not having to do your own grocery shopping and balance your own checkbook does to your mindset, I guess. Man, I hope these pinheads are handed their heads in 2010...
That being said, I thought that the smackdown the Associated Press handed the hypocrites in the Grandstanding Old Party was ace: Democrats see GOP Hypocrisy in health care debate.
The bleat that "the economy has changed since the Medicare expansion" just doesn't wash. When you pass an entitlement in perpetuity, do you assume that the coffers will be full and still expect to balance a budget during the lean times? I call bull$#!+ on that line of self-excusing spin. Particularly as the economy was rather precarious even after things settled down post-9/11. I knew it at the time, and I've had six whole credits of Economics. And these so-called leaders couldn't figure that out? Really?
Just goes to show what not having to do your own grocery shopping and balance your own checkbook does to your mindset, I guess. Man, I hope these pinheads are handed their heads in 2010...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
D-minus way-too-friggin'-little
The second to last piece dropped into our laps last night, largely thanks to Dearest's persistence, and the last piece was handed to me early this evening. All should--Flying Spaghetti Monster willing--be safely stashed in the fire safe now. Weather permitting, I should be able to FedEx the whole lot to the paralegal no later than Monday.
I won't moon Fate by considering this a done deal: There could be any number of hurdles, delays and other bureaucratic nightmares in store--in fact, I'll be shocked if there are not. But I'm celebrating this milestone nevertheless...and toasting from my usual half-empty cup, hoping that I/we haven't overlooked something. I just wish that I could share the Snoopy-dance with a few more folks.
My most immediate boss took the news pretty well, all in all, and was actively looking to find ways to keep me working for the firm even after the (still hypothetical) move goes down many months hence. Which was quite touching. Still is, actually.
I won't moon Fate by considering this a done deal: There could be any number of hurdles, delays and other bureaucratic nightmares in store--in fact, I'll be shocked if there are not. But I'm celebrating this milestone nevertheless...and toasting from my usual half-empty cup, hoping that I/we haven't overlooked something. I just wish that I could share the Snoopy-dance with a few more folks.
My most immediate boss took the news pretty well, all in all, and was actively looking to find ways to keep me working for the firm even after the (still hypothetical) move goes down many months hence. Which was quite touching. Still is, actually.
Monday, November 9, 2009
D minus 70
Finally was able to drop the bomb on the boss as discreetly as possible. It seemed to go well enough, particularly as I held out the possibility of either working as a contractor or with folks already up there. The funny part is that he asked me to write the first draft of my own job documentation letter for the immigration service. Tonight's gonna be full, with the workout and all.
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