Thursday, May 31, 2012

Secret Santa

I was amused to see a Secret Santa app out on The Code Project: Drawing Names (A Christmas Name Drawing Application by ZachCox).  I too have a Secret Santa program.  But it's in VB.  Not VB.NET.  But actual VB - I wrote it in...checking...November 2000.  I've never brought myself to update it to a new language because it works fine in VB and I never felt like updating the code to handle the new style of dynamically creating controls which worked really well with control arrays in the old VB COM world so you could easily add new rows to the UI.

The programs look suspiciously alike.  Mine worries about who your spouse is as well.  And it worries about who you had last year and avoids duplicating your match up two years in a row.  It also relies on an XML configuration file (savable year to year).  And it mails a notice to every participant (via Outlook, I was lazy).  But it doesn't have nearly as much code as ZachCox's - I think 20% of my code is loading the XML and 20% is testing code, and 30% is the automated VB form code.  The primary code file is all of 19K.  The compiled app is 32K.  The most important bit of code in my opinion is the following...

     Do Until indivSecond <> indivFirst 
          If iTrys > UBound(people2(), 2) + 50 Then . . .

Yep, bit of hardcoding.  Basically, if it gets through the whole list, and is on the last match, and it just can't make it work after 50 tries plus the size of the list, it scraps everything and starts over from scratch.  So it can run for a very long time if it has to start over repeatedly, or you set it up to fail by making someone the spouse of everyone.  But in thirteen years of running it, sometimes repeatedly for testing purposes, it's never taken more than  a few minutes to run my whole family plus any guest family attending Christmas that year.  In this case, brute force of the logic works like a charm.

That said, every year I ponder rewriting it in C# and perhaps making it so people can log in and create lists.  And every year I realize it's the holidays and I'd rather go Christmas shopping, visit Christmas displays, and do anything else.  Just more proof that I'm a very utilitarian coder who uses  code solely to solve his own problems.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Mini Dr. Who

Via The Nerdist:
The scifi television phenomenon known as Doctor Who has a long standing relationship with a British children’s show called Blue Peter, which held a contest giving children a chance to write their own episode. So, without further ado, here’s the winning minisode, entitled Good As Gold, in all its olympic games themed glory!

Books 2011

I don't think I ever posted my reading list for 2011.  In the spirit of catching up, I'm getting it out here, if for no other reason than so that I can find it.

I always try to remember that I should add a "rating revision" column, as my opinion of books changes over time.  For example, I really liked Ready Player One despite Mean Mr. Mustard not liking it much.  It was a bit of a guilty pleasure for me.  But I like Lev Grossman's writing better.  In retrospect, I might swap their ratings, as relatively I remember The Magician King better.  And I'd brutally move some books down.  Zombie Autopsies, Munn (no depth), Kraken, and anything related to The Hunger Games.  I wouldn't move The Hunger Games down because I'm sort of hipster anti-popular anarchist (a topic by Amanda Ingle at this year's Ignite), but because I've read a lot of dystopias and The Hunger Games Trilogy is one of the less interesting, less original, ones I've read.  I liked 2030 by Albert Brooks better.  Also a dystopia, and a good book from someone more well known for his acting chops.  Disappearing Spoon (nonfiction about the elements) would move up.  I thoroughly enjoyed the topic and the format.

Overall, a weird year.  Graphic novels ranging from 1 to 9, a lot of zombies, some humor/bio that did ok, science that was great, and I picked up Dan Wells from the library on a lark and really enjoyed it (topic is Dexter meets demons).

Best book of the year, The Gone-Away World, which my wife is currently reading on our Kindle.  Recommended by Klund and I recommended it to Mean Mr. Mustard.  Hell of a book.

DateReadTitleAuthorRate
12/31/2011Best Horror of the Year Volume 3, TheDatlow, Ellen (editor)3.00
12/18/2011Ready Player OneCline, Ernest9.00
12/14/2011Magician King, TheGrossman, Lev8.75
11/28/2011Marvel 1602Gaiman, Neil8.50
11/24/2011Common Grounds Volume 1Various7.00
11/22/2011Stephen King's N.Guggenheim, Marc5.00
11/21/2011The Zombie Autopsies: Secret Notebooks from the ApocalypseSchlozman, Steven C.6.00
11/14/2011One Day It'll All Make SenseCommon and Bradley, Adam8.00
10/31/2011Busy MonstersGiraldi, William5.00
10/25/2011Mockingjay (The Hunger Games, Book 3)Collins, Suzanne6.75
10/18/2011Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, Book 2)Collins, Suzanne7.00
10/14/2011I Don't Want to Kill YouWells, Dan8.00
10/1/2011New Programmer's Survival Manual: Navigate Your Workplace, Cube Farm, or StartupCarter, Josh7.25
9/30/2011Hunger Games, TheCollins, Suzanne7.00
9/18/20112030: The Real Story of What Happens to AmericaBrooks, Albert8.75
8/2/2011Enigmatic Pilot: A Tall Tale Too trueSaknussemm, Kris3.50
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 7, The Calm BeforeKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 1, Days Gone ByKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 3, Safety Behind BarsKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 4, The Heart's DesireKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 5, The Best DefenseKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 6, This Sorrowful LifeKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 9, Here We RemainKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 10, What We BecomeKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 11, Fear the HuntersKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 12, Life Among ThemKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 2, Miles Behind UsKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 13, Too Far GoneKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/17/2011Walking Dead, The: Volume 8, Made to SufferKirkman, Robert & Tony Moore9.00
7/16/2011Divine MisfortuneMartinez, A. Lee8.50
7/13/2011Mr. MonsterWells, Dan8.25
7/11/2011Amazing Screw-On Head, and Other Curious Objects, TheMignola, Mike8.50
7/11/2011AnimalsLePan, Don8.75
7/8/2011I Am Not a Serial KillerWells, Dan9.00
7/2/2011Locke & Key, Head GamesHill, Joe and Gabriel Rodriguez8.00
7/1/2011Final CrisisMorrison, Jones, Mahnke1.00
6/30/2011Breathers: A Zombie's LamentBrowne, S.G.8.25
6/27/2011FatedBrowne, S.G.7.75
6/24/2011Lifecycle of Software Objects, TheChiang, Ted7.00
6/21/2011Zombie, Ohio: A Tale of the UndeadKenemore, Scott8.75
6/18/2011KrakenMieville, China5.00
5/15/2011Disappearing Spoon, The: and Other Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World From the Periodic Table of the ElementsKean, Sam8.00
5/1/2011HTML5 and CSS3: Develop with Tomorrow's Standards TodayHogan, Brian P.9.00
5/1/2011Psychopath Test, The: A Journey Through the Madness IndustryRonson, Jon9.00
4/1/2011Surface DetailBanks, Iain M.8.50
3/1/2011PandemoniumGregory, Daryl7.00
2/15/2011Guild, TheDay, Felicia & Jim Rugg9.00
2/1/2011Gone-Away World, TheHarkaway, Nick10.00
1/28/2011Bedwetter, The: Stroies of Courage, Redemption, and PeeSilverman, Sarah8.50
1/22/2011Suck it, Wonder Woman: the Misadventures of a Hollywood GeekMunn, Olivia6.00
1/15/2011How to Beat Up Anybody: An Instructional and Inspirational Karate BookFriedlander, Judah9.50
1/1/2011Short History of Nearly Everything, ABryson, Bill9.50

Monday, May 28, 2012

Catching Up

Despite being in a coma and a car accident, I believe I'm catching up with some of the miscellaneous things in life.  Things such as getting a week of Snarkies queued up, including one about the bus factor that ties to my accident (Mean Mr. Mustard gave me the idea, although he probably doesn't know it).  Those wouldn't seem like they require a lot of work, but between modifying the images, coming up with new ideas, creating content now that we're worrying more about SEO, and adding all the little image and textual bells and whistles to optimize keywords, it's some work, at least when you queue up five at once.

And reading.  It's end of May, and I have about 1300 pages to read by end of June to be on target for what seems to be my median of 14000 pages per year (except the year when I became a manager and almost gave up reading for six months while I struggled to understand the job).  Given that averages to about 1200 pages/month, I should be about on target, particularly as I already have about 300 pages behind me between two things I'm currently reading, one of which is over 500 pages.  While it might seem obvious I'd read more, being stuck in the basement, enough to make up for my time in the hospital, the real issue is that I didn't know if I was reading as much as in the past because I hadn't updated my database since the end of last August.  So I just moved it to Dropbox so I could always find it and updated it with about thirty books.  Trying to remember when I read them is a big challenge.  I believe I may be off by a few days here and there.  I still use the database, despite also playing around with Goodreads, because some things, like reading the Harvard Business Review issue end to end or a random story off Interzone don't work so well at a site dedicated to books.  I have refrained from putting my own book on the list a.) because it's not done (140-some pages currently), and b.) I wouldn't know how to input the fact that I've read it half a dozen times already in various stages.  I believe it'll get entered just once, when I get done and publish it.

Tomorrow is bill day.  Talking to various folks about accident-related bills and insurance and taking care of rental properties, etc.  To every day there is a thing, turn turn...

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Words With Friends

I have a lot of time for Words With Friends and Draw Something while cooped up in the basement.  Kristine and Klund's wife both tend to crush me.  But I do ok against Klund himself and Dwain.  Maybe it's how women think that I can't compete with.  It didn't help Dwain that I was just biding my time for the perfect place to play my JO and he provided it.  Bad thing about Words With Friends, in my opinion, is that one minimalist placement can determine the whole game.  Particularly when it's a 158 point placement.


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Photographic Proof I'm at Least Somewhat Healthy

A little bit of photographic proof I'm not doing too bad.  From a couple weeks ago, and then from last Sunday.  I look healthy, although perhaps a bit tired.  You can see a little bit of the scarring on my face in the first one.  Very minimal.  Gives me character and keeps my other scar company.

If you know me fairly well, you'll recognize that I do look a bit thinner.  A couple of days of coma knocked about fourteen (14) pounds off my frame.  Given I track my weight and food, it's an amusing downward drop on my weight chart.  Nothing serious.  It was my goal to head to this weight, and even a little lighter, by end of year.  I suspect, despite the lack of activity, I may still be losing a bit of mass as it's obvious some of my bicycling muscle is atrophying.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Squashed

While we were at the impound lot signing the car over to the insurance company and picking up personal effects, we took some pictures of the Mustang.  This doesn't quite capture how messed up it is because virtually every electronic bit in the front area was busted, and other parts in the "cab" were all bent.  But it's a nice series for capturing the damage to the driver's side, where I was sitting and how that spilled over to the hood and rear panel.

Side photo.  You can see where the other car's bumper impacted.


Closer up.  Note all the pieces in the back seat from the rest of the car.


The front of the car.


The impact shattered all the loose bits.


Looking at the damage, I'm think I'm lucky to be alive.  If I had still been driving the plastic Saturn, I think more of the impact would have gone into me directly instead of being distributed across the body of the car.

Tardis

Eryn wore her new Tardis t-shirt to school today.  It's supposed to look like the NASA logo, but with a Tardis instead.  It's a neat design.  We picked one up for Jonny as well, seeing as he kickstarted the Dr. Who mania in our house.

I didn't get it here - but I believe they have it.  Great place to find that Dr. Who t-shirt you need: Red Bubble.com (link goes to page 1 of a Dr. Who search).


Coals to Newcastle...or something like that

It's bad enough not being able to get around other than at a slow shuffle because of a busted leg and arm.  What's worse is getting extremely ill so that getting to the bathroom quickly is a necessity.  Maybe I'll use it as my example when people ask me to define irony in the future.  On a positive note, while I'm on short term disability, I don't have to take a sick day.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Funeral

My wife's maternal grandmother died recently after a long battle with Alzheimer's.  Monday we went to her ceremony in Brooklyn Park at St. Alphonsus' Catholic Church in Brooklyn Center and her internment in Osseo where she was buried next to her husband, Richard (Grandpa Dick).  It was a wonderful ceremony, and my sister in law did a great eulogy that really captured what it was to know Nomi for a lot of people.

I remember Nomi from when I first started dating my wife (and right after we were married).  She always impressed me with her ability to give me a hard time when she thought I deserved it (and I did).  And she was smart and clever and fun to know.  I still remember visiting her at Rudolph's BBQ. One of my disappointments is that by the time we had Eryn, Nomi was far enough into Alzheimer's that they never really got to know each other.  Sort of the opposite of my grandmother Madeline who's been able to spend a lot of time with Eryn traveling between Tucson and Montana and at great grandma birthday parties.

My sister and brother in law loaned us their station wagon, so I was able to go to the ceremony because we had enough trunk space for the wheelchair.  Very much appreciated.

We saw a lot of friends and family we don't see very often, not even on Christmas, which was nice.

Here's Eryn in front of the church.  The neck jewelry is something I got for my wife forever ago, but she always thought she was too pale.  Eryn doesn't have that issue.  You can't see the pearl hanging from it.  She really wanted to look beautiful and dressed up for Nomi's funeral.


I didn't take many pictures at the funeral - that never seems ok, despite how nice everyone looks and how it's something everyone wants to remember because everyone is there to see a loved one off.  Although I do have one of Tyler looking at tombstones that I'll send to his family.  But my wheelchair was parked right in this spot where I could see two tombstones that said Scott.  Last name in this case, not first.  But still a bit freaky given the extent of my accident.  And Nomi lost her husband Dick when she was 42.  So I gave a bit of thought to how that could have been my wife in almost exactly the same situation.



Sometimes It's Not Good to be the Mayor

I think sometimes being the FourSquare mayor for a particular location isn't necessarily a good thing.  I hope this is someone who works there, and not a frequent visitor for other reasons, like accidents, illegal parking, or crimes committed with a car.  The fact I checked in even once was disturbing.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Science Fiction

I posted this link once before, to the user-defined list of favorite science fiction books over at The Guardian from mid 2011.  Today I was looking for a few new things to read and reviewing top 100 lists to see if there were some classics I hadn't read.  What I hadn't noticed in the Guardian list before was this gem about halfway down the page.  1.) I don't think I'll be adding this to my top 100 unread. and 2.) I don't think The Guardian proofread this list very well.  Feel free to make up your own Three Laws of Cocksmanship.  But I recommended leaving the "no harm" law in place.

Book: I, Rimbot
Author: Isaac Assimove
Comment: The sheer amount of cock, even for the sci-fi genre, is spafftacular. I watched the film first, which didn't have nearly as much cock. By God, I love the cock in the book.

Friday, May 18, 2012

Safety First - at Kyle's Request

In my safety first post, Kyle commented that I should decorate the other side of the board that protects me from falling down the stairs to the basement since my accident.  Eryn brought me a Sharpie (tm) so I could oblige him.  I present my artistic results - keeping in mind I only had a black marker to work with.  At first I considered a Tardis based around the hole, but I like this better.  Every night Kyle eats the...cat...as she heads downstairs.  Sorry the wood grain makes it look like you have a big booger.

Brain Fair - Dyslexia

Despite having dress rehearsal for The Wizard of Oz ballet all last week, and several performances at Burnsville Performing Arts Center, Eryn also had a significant homework assignment that she got on Tuesday that was due by the following Tuesday.  That's a rough assignment when you're getting picked up from school each day, and then immediately dropped off at ballet until around 9:30 p.m. We were told parents help, so I used some of my time to dig around on the web for information she could use for her presentation board.

Her display, report, and presentation were on dyslexia.  And she did a very nice job.  Lots of info about the definition, how to cope, living and dead folks (famous) with dyslexia, including Einstein, Paul Wellstone, and Bella Thorne.  While my mother was staying with us, monitoring my health, she told me about my grandmother and her dyslexia.  I tried to capture it notes and Eryn used it, so I hope it's mostly accurate given my spotty attention span lately.


"This is an example of dyslexia from my family and how my great grandmother dealt with her brain being different because of dyslexia.  I did not know my great grandmother, although my middle name is taken from her name.  My grandmother Ellen told me this story.
My Great Grandma Catherine was both ambidextrous and dyslexic.  So while she could write equally well with both hands and just hand a piece of chalk from one hand to the other while writing a sentence, she couldn’t tell which hand was left and which hand was right.
This was particularly bad when driving or needing directions.  You couldn’t tell her left or right, you had to tell her toward the driver side door or toward the passenger side door.  Even then, she would still often get lost.  This made her very nervous about taking her driver’s test, particularly after an instructor gave her a very hard time about being old enough to know left from right (he didn’t understand dyslexia).

Catherine was so nervous, she wasn’t getting her license renewed.  She drove on an expired driver’s license for three years rather than take the test and be made fun of by the instructor.   Finally, a friend told her to take two markers and write L(eft) on one hand and R(ight) on the other so that when she was driving, she could read which direction to turn.  She thought that was cheating.  But her friend said that it wasn’t any different than just knowing the directions naturally.  Once she did this, she passed her test and maintained her license."

Eryn working on her dyslexia triptych.  I'm not sure I've posted a picture of my post-accident set up before.  You can see it in the background - wheelchair, hospital bed with pretty ballet covers, wheelchair legs.  Eryn did a very nice job handling the layout and putting construction paper behind the bits.  For a few items we backed them with one or two pieces of sponge board to make them stand out a bit and give the board some levels.  Eryn practiced her presentation for us repeatedly and did a great job.  She really understood everything she was talking about, right down to the areas  of the brain.  And she didn't read everything verbatim, but summarized in a few spots.


Here she is at the Brain Fair where she got to present on dyslexia many times, for anyone who stopped to check out her display.  Nice picture of her by my wife.  She looks so old (and happy).

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Safety First

My mother was worried I'd fall down the steps and into the basement while hobbling to the bathroom.  Especially on the way, as my gimpy left side would be toward the stairs.  And because I fell down at the hospital once.  Although I now contend that Kyle pushed me.  So as part of the construction that went on around here, she commissioned a safety board that looks like something I'd practice hockey with.  If I skated.  Or played hockey.  Or even owned a puck. Wait...I think there might be an RPI puck around here somewhere from my days in college pep band.

The hole is for the cat, Bailey.  Small enough to ensure she can get to her litter box, but the dog can't get to her.  Or the basement.  Where the dog would eat what the cat left.  Nasty.

I haven't had to use the board for safety yet, although it's nice to know it's there because a tumble down the stairs sounds terrifying.  And for a while, it made me paranoid that after my mother turned all the lights out in the evening, she or someone would leave the board tilted the other way with the bulk of it in the middle of my walking path.  I pictured myself slamming into it in the middle of the night and breaking some new bone.  It was a bit cartoonish to see me at 2:00 a.m. with my iPhone on and held out in front of me taking one inch steps toward the bathroom to ensure my safety and occasionally pressing the iPhone button repeatedly to get the light back on.  I'm told there's a flashlight app.  But that just seems unnecessary - despite almost having needed it once in Chicago as I missed a train crash by one train.

The other side of the board is nicely decorated by Eryn with stars and scribbles.  I hope never to be on that side while my limbs are still impeded.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Typing

My sister showed up this morning with a chocolate covered donut.  That's beyond exciting when you're confined to a basement and incapable of procuring your own donut.  Particularly when you manage a weekly donut (and other treats) day at work.  She brought my niece with her who really wanted to know what my grabber was for.  I told her it was for reaching things I couldn't reach while my shoulder was broken, and then proceeded to try and grab her orange sucker out of her hand with it repeatedly.

The hardest part about my broken bones seems to be typing.  I guess, more accurately, it's walking.  But I don't walk far (I use the walker and stick to the right side), so it's not as noticeable as typing, which is part of my day.  I try to keep a bit of sanity about me by reading and by editing the novel I was writing.  I can only get about five pages before I have to rest for a while.  Less if I'm blogging or writing or doing bills.  Frustrating.

Made it outside for a while today, but the metal deck chair isn't comfortable with the broken hip. On a positive note, it keeps me from staying in the sun too long and getting a burn, which would be awful.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Cattle Truck

This is a picture of me being transported to the Burnsville Performing Arts Center in Kyle's pickup to see Eryn perform in The Wizard of Oz ballet. Take it with a grain of salt and really think about it before you accuse my wife and Kyle of treating me like I'm on a cattle truck.  It's a very funny picture if you know my left arm and leg are both mostly nonfunctional.

This was the first time I wore pants after the accident.  I've got a lot of bruising and nerve regrowth happening in the left leg, so after two hours it felt like someone was rubbing all the hair off my leg.  Correction, it felt like someone had rubbed all the hair off my leg, with a piece of sandpaper.  But I was excited to wear pants instead of basketball shorts to Eryn's performance.  And being in a wheelchair gets you a very nice spot to sit down front.

Mental Health

My mother called today and queried about my mental health.  She's a bit worried I'll be subject to some PTSD, worrying about whether I need to change everything I'm doing, panicking about my mortality, etc.

I'm 99% certain there's nothing to worry about.  I'm sweating so much while I'm asleep that I suspect I'm having nightmares about the accident I don't remember.  But they're not affecting me during the daytime. And most of the time I'm happy I'm alive and get to see my little girl grow older and do all the things I wanted to do with her and that I should have time to still do that.  Having a few things continue business-as-usual has helped.  I talk to visitors about work.  Check my email.  Work on the book I was working on right before the accident (writing that is).  Play Words with Friends.  Help Eryn with her homework.  That's good continuity.

But every once in a while something catches me that triggers the "that was almost it" reaction.  I was watching a movie today and the characters were hanging out in England and Paris, places I've always wanted to take my family.  Eryn's been interested in The Eye since I sent her a postcard from my trip to London with Bruce for work.  It was immediately obvious to me that was almost a never-happened.  Ditto with RAGBRAI with Adam when I sent them email to cancel and get a refund.  There are so many places I wanted to bike and I still don't know for sure how strongly I'll be able to bike them in the future (though you can be sure I'm doing my physical therapy and I'll work in any way the doctor tells me to to ensure the maximum usability of that leg possible for bicycling purposes).

When those moments happen, I recognize them for what they are, so I stay grounded.  And I'm a glass 95% full sort of guy, so immediately after it happens, I'm already looking forward to when I can do those things and that I'll be celebrating more of my daughter's birthdays and spending a longer life with my family.

Being a shut in in the basement for several weeks.  That's a bigger mental health issue - I'm glad it's the era of Xboxes, iPads, Netflix, Kindle, email, Wifi, and other technological marvels.  It makes it more bearable.


TMI PSA - Men's Health


Seriously - this is too much information.  Way too much.  More than I've offered before, and I'm not shy. Just back away...go  back to what you were doing.  You probably don't want to know...you definitely don't want to know.  This is a post about taking a steering column to your male bits (if you have them, or you have an interest in a set) - and not in a frottering, fetishistic way, but in a hit you in the groin like a baseball bat sort of way.

So one of the interesting things I never thought about while I was in the hospital, or even prior to having an accident, was what might happen to your berries. Of the well known group, twig and berries.  Obviously, you can lose one - or two.  You can get bruising, Etc.  But the reality of what happens if you get a good "jolt" of trauma without any direct damage wasn't something I understood. And, if you do get a good jolt of trauma, say the steering column knocking things around because you're tall and the column is low on your body, well, so much the worse.

First, the swelling.  For me, about 100%.  I didn't use any sort of water displacement to measure.  That's just an educated guess.  Big deal, right?  Swelling isn't so bad.  That's what happens if a sibling kicks you in the goolies before everyone is old enough to know better, right?  What is bad...
1.) Try to sit on a toilet and tuck them where you're not just going to end up peeing on the wall.  A monumental challenge.  And if you do manage it, it's not at all comfortable.  Particularly on a raised seat.  You feel mashed.  That's right.  Mashed potatoes is an appropriate new euphemism for traumatized cohones.
2.) Eventually the swelling goes down.  This is good, but it means all the extra skin from when they were twice as big is left behind.  You turn into some sort of testicles-only snake, shedding skin with the texture of an uncared for catcher's mitt.  I warned you TMI!  I promise, no pictures, despite She Says asking for various trauma images.  Top it all off with the hospital scrubbing you to within an inch of your life, to prevent infection, and you end up with a twofer: trauma, and the elimination of all good microbes on your body.  Women probably understand this much better than men.  But getting the equivalent of a testicular douching is a bad thing.
3.) You have to figure out how to clean that up.  No one wants dry skin in their bed, or on the floor.  We all drop some skin naturally.  But ball flakes? Ew. Ew!  If you have a male dog, I hope this is what they're eliminating when they're licking so it doesn't end up on things.  A thought I was forced to confront by this situation.  Wait...that is not to imply I was eliminating skin flakes by self licking...humans have vacuum cleaners.
4.) Post sloughing, all the skin is like brand new.  The testicles now tuck more easily (see #1), but they're sensitive to getting pushed around and chaffing and you're still subject to the issues left from the scrubbing, so you're forced to push them around a bit to apply appropriate powder per your practice doc.  Powder.  Don't just think you can apply some lotion to avoid dry skin.  A cursory search of the internet will tell you that's one of the stupidest ideas you can pursue if you've killed off your beneficial bacteria.
5.) Never look this topic up on the internet.  Never.  Unless you want to know that you can get athlete's foot of the balls, how thoroughly panicked most men are about it, to the point of unreasonableness (not me, I was just looking for medical advice, which was useful, because I had some options to discuss with my doc), and potentially what it might look like if you click Google images - a check in the pro column for strict safe search.

I'm not sure I have practical advice.  Wear a cup at all times?  Probably unreasonable, but I realized just how important it might be if you play paintball.