I awoke to a horrendous kitchen clatter this morning: Donald was making pancakes from fairy dust and air, but assembling them with a demonic hand crank egg beater. I also smelled bacon, but it was the strong desire to void Thanksgiving’s wine, tea, brandy and Sarah brand Plum Hooch that pulled me out of my wool blanket cocoon. I peed for nearly an hour.
This morning I woke up on Jay and Melody’s comfortable couch and looked out their patio door into sunny woods. I pulled the covers over my head and returned to sleep. Later, I called in for the daily scrum, a meeting intended to be performed standing so everyone runs through their tasks without sidetracking.
“Are you being attacked by dogs?” my boss asked. It was baby Noah warbling.
I will be heading to Tacoma by way of Portland for Thanksgiving. It will be a long drive there and back, and I am saddened that Sarah won’t be meeting me there as originally planned, and that I can’t take Donald and Mary Ann with to visit with Jay and Melody in Portland and then Donald and Chandler in Tacoma, but this is how it worked out. As it stands, I will likely drive the coast all the way back.
TechnoDonald and Mary Ann: Would you do me the honor of sharing a make up Thanksgiving after the regular Thanksgiving? My treat?
RegularDonald and Chandler: CAN HAZ BACONS?
I will ask everyone more politely later. I’m just so excited for another road trip.
I got a very special package from Norway the other day. Thank you, h0bbel, thank you. Words cannot express!
Sarah came to California to hand deliver the flu. I picked her up from the airport and installed her on my newish couch with soup, tea, orange juice, and her particular brand of incomprehensibly Australian soap opera involving sweaty wrestling cowboy brothers. Sarah’s fever doubled after watching two episodes, and by the time two deaths were faked she burst into flames.
“Don’t make fun of me!” she hollered as I chortled over the clairvoyance of one of the main sisters — or was it a cousin? A friend? I don’t know. In any case, by Saturday she was feeling mostly better so we went to the ocean.
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Noah and the Keathlys (and apparently Sarah) sent me a Halloween card with a temporary mustache tattoo enclosed. I am pleased.
I’m fairly sure that I was promised endless summer and sunshine when I agreed to move to California. It rained Friday night, Saturday, and is raining today. Then again, I did enjoy nearly two months of ridiculously constant sun, and since the patio door is open, I can hear the gentle rainfall while I debug things for work.
WIN.
After five years of being a member of the core developers of the Gallery open source software — and reaping many personal, academic, and professional rewards from the same, I quietly left the team on Thursday. A large contingent of the core developers had met at the extended Googleplex here in Mountain View to sit down and hammer out as much of the next version of Gallery as possible. Halfway through day two I realized that my heart simply wasn’t in it. Yes, I still love software development, and still need software to manage my images, but somewhere during my sabbatical for school I drifted away and just never came back. Splitting from your high school girlfriend when you go to college is a bit cliché, but that’s pretty much what happened. I continued to offer logistical support to the team for the rest of the week, but Thursday afternoon I went back to my day job and tried to stay out of the way of Gallery’s progress.
Leaving was an incredibly difficult decision. I am still a bit flattened by it.
I spent a week or so unpacking and decluttering in anticipation of a couple of guys spending a few days sleeping on my couch. In other news, I bought a couch one day. Don and I packed it into our two cars along with shelves, cushions, and other assorted IKEA detritus. I assembled it, and now finally I can twist Don’s arm until he comes to hang out at my place. I’ve even wound up and twist tied those cables in the box in the foreground. I can finally find that SCSI cable from 1996!
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Today there were guns and other funs in the suns. Tonight, we made this for your pleasure:
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