Work and caffeine
Over the last two and a half weeks I became, dare I say, a developer. In the grades of developers, I rate myself a demo-jockey, well below the level of an architect. I put my writing on hold, skipped the yearly dude trip to Desolation Wilderness, ignored most people including my exceedingly understanding wife, and consumed an incredible amount of caffeine. I delivered the demo on Wednesday (in another country, no less) and everything went off really well. Nothing exploded. In fact, other than the speed of the connection, the functionality worked better than in any test I had previously performed.
No profound comments, those might appear in some future posting. Now I twitch the caffeine out of my system.
Junk mail
For various reasons (like the occasional important message that dumps into junk message central), I have to review my junk email daily. Today, I found my new favorite junk mail title:
I want the one with the chrome curb feelers that makes it look like a giant silverfish.
Three loans down, three to go
Before the trip to Shakespeare Santa Cruz today, Janna and I handed over approximately $4k to her parents. That paid off a personal loan we took from them. With the sales of my car and the payoff of Janna’s last Credit card in July, that’s three loans down in less than 30 days.
Life is great without crappy debt.
Ideal Writing Critique Group Rules
- Unless you’re a stellar editor, write damnit!
- Submit your writing to others in the group.
- Drink lots.
- Critique.
- Drink more.
- Drink only when reading and not reading.
- Never speak obliquely, always in the face with all comments. Spit.
- Use excessive profanity, be imaginative and fart occasionally.
- Be particularly hard on the educated, the experienced, the knowledgable, they don’t know shit.
- Toss all the rules but be on time.
Daily Show Rehash
I’m sure John Stewart has done something with this. It doesn’t even need commentary. It’s a minute and a half of brilliance. I see how John Kerry lost the election. He flip-flopped. Americans hate flip floppers.
All this shit reminds me of the first day I saw a bum with a sign that said, “Fuck it! Why lie? I need a beer!” I gave that bum a dollar, and told him his sign was great. For the love of God, Buddha, Allah and the holy Pantheon, the truth will set you free.
[Edit. I went back to Youtube to read the notes next to the video. It contained the following message.
NOTE: As of 6:17 EDT on Sunday, Aug 12th, YouTube removed this video from the Today lists [ie. most viewed, most discussed, top rated, top favorites]
Interesting.]
More Monday Humor
Monday Humor
Fuck a dog!
My new favorite curse. And nothing has made me yell it more than this flash game. Sure, I should be doing something more constructive. Whatever. I got to level 50 and my eyes are bleeding. How far can you get?
PS. I still haven’t heard a sufficient answer to my previous post.
Quotes from the Supermodel
Supermodel = my wife. She’s 5′ almost 11″ for god sakes. She should forgo everything and be a damn supermodel with those legs. But whatever, this isn’t about her slutting herself out for the Italian designers. This about the funny things she says.
In the middle of an argument, Janna says, “You’re drunk. I’m more right than you.”
Since when is being right inversely proportional to being drunk?
PS. I’ll actually send you a crisp $1 coin if you accurately catch the Hitchhiker’s Guide reference and comment on it. You’ll have to look at the links, of which I get paid nothing for.
Ron Paul Is Still My Hero
I don’t understand polls, and really don’t care about them. Statistics, schmatistics. Ron Paul is my hero, and I’m still voting for him.
DEMOCRATS FOR RON PAUL! YAY!