28 March 2001
Last year: Besides, he's still suffering from culture shock.
The worst part of a new project is always getting set up and started. Yesterday, I spent some time on the phone and waiting by the fax machine so I could ship the cradle back to the manufacturer to be updated; I spent some time installing and uninstalling and re-installing software and patches and SDKs; I spent some time trying to comprehend code that's entirely too complicated for sample code; I spent some time cursing; I spent some time running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
At one point, I messaged Matt, "Will you still love me if WinCE turns me into a gibbering wreck?"
"Yes," he replied. "I would visit you in the mental hospital and clean your sores and read you bedtime stories in a calm, soothing voice." He's such a sweetie.
Then it occurred to me that it was my night to provide dinner, and I had to ask, "Will you still love me if WinCE turns me into a gibbering wreck and I order pizza for dinner?
Heard on the radio this morning: "No, I think it would've been good for you. I'm just saying you couldn't have handled it!"
And found on both Matt's and my Discover card bill envelope: "After Uncle Sam has taken his share, invest what's left! *Make improvements on your home! *Take that vacation you've been dreaming of! *Buy anything you want!"
I'm not sure of the precise wording of any of that except for the "Buy anything you want!" and that the blurb was urging us to "invest" our money.
Sure. Invest your money by buying anything you want! Sounds good to me - where do I sign up for that investment plan? "No, thanks, I don't need my 401(k) anymore - I'm buying anything I want!"
Morning. Light splashes like water through the office, an inexorable tide of busy wakefulness. There are a few islands of calm where the light has yet to invade - it's still early. There are eddies of swirling color created by the creatures that inhabit its depths. These are strange creatures, unable to imagine living without it, certain that their ways are the only ways...
Does the light bring the creatures, or do they bring the light?
Am I more poetic lately because I've been playing a character who is a poet? Or am I playing a character who is a poet because I've been more poetic lately?
Paradox and conundrum fascinate me. "This sentence is a lie."
Tricks of the mind fascinate me, too. "When you are not looking at it, this sentence is in Spanish."
(Tell me you didn't look back at that sentence - at least once! - to see if you could catch it. It's almost impossible. Even I did it, and I wrote the darned thing. The human psyche is a wonderful and mysterious thing.)
Have I gotten a bit strange, this morning?
Or have I only now become sane?
Word of the Day:
immure - to enclose within (walls), imprison; to build into a wall, esp. to entomb in a wall
Currently Reading:
- nothing
Current Projects:
- Kris' afghan
- garden