A week or so ago was Chandler’s reading at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts. Her father did most of the reading and embarrassing-video-of-Chandler-as-an-aw-shucks-youngster-playing, but it was Chandler’s book that was the star of the evening.
It was September first when last I rode my bike — I think that the last day in August was the one where I found out that my brakes work terrifically as I flew over the handlebars and into the path of an oncoming car. Fortunately they had a stop sign.
Another video from Super Deluxe. This one is less work appropriate than the last.
Occasionally, girls tell me that I smell very good. I think that’s because I use cologne. It looks like it’s finally getting wide release, so I won’t have to order it off of the internet:
Hooray!
My brain tells me that I was up until five last night hunched over the laptop writing code. I expect only the craziest of thoughts all day as a result.
Oh, I totally woke up from a dream with the fix for a coding problem that I was having. Crazy times.
This will excite everyone, for suitably nerdy definitions of everyone. Also, assuming that you use emacs to edit php. Also assuming that you edit php. So. Really. Just me.
Hot.
Everyone is doing the crafty thing, you know, with the whole cross stitch/crochet thing, so why shouldn’t I do some, uh, crafty thing, with, like, a mirror, and some “found objects” (loteria cards!).
I seem to have somewhat accidentally purchased an old film camera on the ebay. I blame Sarah for shaking my faith in the goodness of digitalness.
Compilers kicked my ass Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights. Wednesday, I watched Lost and wandered around in a daze. Thursday night I was that kind of tired where you’re just too tired to fall asleep, but I specifically did not do anything besides fix my workstation so that I could do my homework for Computer Science 4061: Introduction to Operating Systems — otherwise known as “Beginning C Programming in a POSIX environment.”
I wanted to be shitted, showered, coffeed, and at the computer by noon at the latest, but Lisa wanted the sink fixed before anything, so I didn’t get to it until after a trip to South Minneapolis and McDonald’s. Then, at one (or so), I sat down for about eleven hours to hammer out a shell. I took a break to watch Monk and eat pizza, and I think I stopped for a while for something else, so let’s call it nine hours.
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