This weekend has been largely written-off to proper work. A project I was working on sort of as a lark became increasingly important as it evolved, so now I'm working on the weekend to get it ready by Monday.
At the same time, as long as I'm spending a great deal more time close to home than I'd anticipated, I'm also catching up on some writing I owe MSNBC. My clever friend at MSNBC talked about how they pay pretty well for freelance stuff, but I'm starting to think that's because she can write witty stuff in about a tenth the time it takes me. I've been laboring over this piece for ages and I'm still not happy with it.
I guess I'll continue to rely on coding to earn my keep - at least until I can write an interesting piece in 4 hours and be assured of more demand.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Going snowboarding
Well, I'm headed up to Whitetail today for some snowboarding and reflection.
I hope not to freeze, and I hope to get back in time to finish some work. Still, skipping it isn't an option yet.
I hope not to freeze, and I hope to get back in time to finish some work. Still, skipping it isn't an option yet.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Ah the new year
Well, I went to MI and passed a great xmas with the family. New Years was spent in Boston with some buddies, a couple of whom I'm working with on GiftGaff. (Hi guys! The code's coming along nicely and I'm right now avoiding it for a moment because all the PHP errors have me down ever since I turned them on to root out whatever's eating a whole chunk of page). It was good to see everyone face to face, especially including Eric and Erica my hosts.
The only bummer was being literally the only single straight person at the party at the stroke of midnight. It might have been worse to be the only single gay guy though, so perhaps I didn't get the worst of it.
I started a job on Monday and it's in Annapolis which might almost just as well be Pluto for the commute. Jesus. Christ. The new commute, among other things, is finally turning me into a full-on misanthrope. Look, the rules are, you drive on the right until you come up on someone going slower in front of you. Then you move to the left and pass. If there's no one to your right, you go back the hell over there. Rinse and repeat.
If we all do it, the emergent property might be that I get to goddamned work without having an embolism so urgent I choke on it. Also, your signals inform people where you're driving your stupid car. It's not goddamned rocket surgery.
On the plus side, it's been raining to fill the pound lo these last couple of days and commuters' common sense seems to be made of spun sugar. No, wait, on the plus side, when I did get to work today, I learned about some neat-o technologies for using twitter. How neat-o? Perhaps neat-o enough to make me want to use it more. That's pretty good really. Soon all my (not very many) followers will get twitter spam from some magpie jerks.
If nothing from that previous paragraph save the oblique reference to raining cats and dogs made sense to you, count yourself lucky. Seriously, I'm becoming a carpenter or an ascetic or something. I can see the appeal to going offline altogether. Maybe I'll just walk the Earth like Caine from Kung-Fu. I do, after all, know kung-fu, which is more than could be said for David Carradine when he did the show.
Okay, back to coding and then to bed so I can wake up an hour ago to assure a manageable commute.
The only bummer was being literally the only single straight person at the party at the stroke of midnight. It might have been worse to be the only single gay guy though, so perhaps I didn't get the worst of it.
I started a job on Monday and it's in Annapolis which might almost just as well be Pluto for the commute. Jesus. Christ. The new commute, among other things, is finally turning me into a full-on misanthrope. Look, the rules are, you drive on the right until you come up on someone going slower in front of you. Then you move to the left and pass. If there's no one to your right, you go back the hell over there. Rinse and repeat.
If we all do it, the emergent property might be that I get to goddamned work without having an embolism so urgent I choke on it. Also, your signals inform people where you're driving your stupid car. It's not goddamned rocket surgery.
On the plus side, it's been raining to fill the pound lo these last couple of days and commuters' common sense seems to be made of spun sugar. No, wait, on the plus side, when I did get to work today, I learned about some neat-o technologies for using twitter. How neat-o? Perhaps neat-o enough to make me want to use it more. That's pretty good really. Soon all my (not very many) followers will get twitter spam from some magpie jerks.
If nothing from that previous paragraph save the oblique reference to raining cats and dogs made sense to you, count yourself lucky. Seriously, I'm becoming a carpenter or an ascetic or something. I can see the appeal to going offline altogether. Maybe I'll just walk the Earth like Caine from Kung-Fu. I do, after all, know kung-fu, which is more than could be said for David Carradine when he did the show.
Okay, back to coding and then to bed so I can wake up an hour ago to assure a manageable commute.
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