1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?
Godzilla. Because Godzilla kicks ass.
2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?
One of those huge Godzilla toys. They were about a foot and a half tall. I did have a Rodan toy though. That was really cool...
3. What's the furthest from home you've been?
4. What's one thing you've always wanted to learn but haven't yet?
WebObjects. I just don't have the time...
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Play hockey. Watch hockey. Sleep.
The L.A. Kings kicked the shit out of the Ottawa Senators last night, 3-0. It was an awesome game. The Senators are the number one team in the Eastern Division, so this wasn't an easy win.
Why am I babbling on about this, (especially given that many of you are Kings fans)? Because, as I'm driving to work the sports report spends about two minutes on a story about the Lakers changing hotels in Sacramento. Then as an after thought then mention that the Kings won. They didn't even mention the score. Nothing. Just a quick 'By the way...", and yet everytime Kobe breaks wind there is a significant amount of time given to it. It's bad enough that the NHL is given little mention as is, but the talk to most people about the Kings and they think you like a Sacramento basketball team, not a Los Angeles hockey team.
Who is to blame for this? I'm thinking the NHL needs to do more to promote the sport. The NHL commisioner should be held to task for the lack of respect given to the NHL.
"There's no gay in Hustler."
We went to lunch at a cheesy Chinese place today, and my fortune cookie said this:
"YOUR DREAM WILL COME TRUE WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT"
In light of the dream I had the other night it's quite a frightening prospect. So, what, I'll be minding my own business and suddenly I'll just have to get dressed as Spider-Man?! Ye gods! The horror!
1. What is one thing you don't like about your body?
My hair. It's gotten all weird and I look like a damn mad scientist...
2. What are two things you love about your body?
What's not to love? Besides my hair....
3. What are three things you want to change about your home?
The fact that I don't own one. I am sick of renting shitty one bed room apartments.
4. What are four books you want to read this year?
Steven Wolfram's A New Kind of Science'
I need to reread Frank Herbert's Dune series (because it's been a while).
J.R.R. Tolkien's The Return of the King and I really need to finish The Silmarillion.
Then there's the half a dozen technical books I've got on my plate...
5. What are five promises you have kept to yourself?
That's I'd get in shape and lose wieght, that I wouldn't quit my job right away. I can't think of anything else. I generally don't make promises to myself.
So, I took Vicki to Santa Anita yesterday. At one point we decided to check out the infield (the part in the center of the track). We found a seat in the shade (it was hot yesterday). So, we're sitting there and this guy with a Kings hat walks by, sees my Kings hat.
"It's tough being a Kings fan", he says. "Yeah", I agreed. "Going to the game tonight?" "Yup." "Yeah, me too." "See you there!", Vicki adds.
It was funny. Here we are two die hard Kings fans. Bummed about our team. But still going to the game.
Of course the best part of this story is the happy ending: Kings 2, Devils 1, in overtime. It was a great game. And even better is the dejected looks on the faces of really annoying Devils fans that were right behind us.
So, I think I have figured out the source of my strange dreams of late: Whiskey. I've been having a drink after work lately, and whenever I do I have really odd dreams. Last night, after a really kick ass Kings game, I had a couple of drinks. Last night I had a couple of dreams, but only remember one of them.
I was with Vicki and a couple of other people (I suspect it was my sister and Kirk), and we had rented a bunch of movies. The problem was that I had to go (where I don't know) and we had to watch the movies right away. And since there was so little time to spare I had to get dressed to go. In a Spider-Man costume.
That's all I remember of that one, but I think it qualifies as weird.
I get to work on a C API for my work's clients to use. I got the Java and PHP versions working. Now I have to get the C version working. The thing is: there isn't a C version. So I get to start from scratch, which is nice. Working with Java and perl and PHP takes all the challenge out of programming. It will be nice to be back to getting down and dirty with a real compiler and a language that is unforgiving of errors.
It's funny, but I have the most fun working with either a really low level language, C, or Objective-C, which is a much richer object oriented language. I'm either right next to the machine or far away from it... Perl is nice, but you can't get low level enough at times. Java, well, I just don't like Java. It's got some nice features, but it's, well, Java. Objective-C is the best of both worlds. C++, well, the less said the better. There is only one system on which C++ was a fantastic language to work with (R.I.P. Be, Inc.). C++ is just to complex to be anything close to elegant.
Why do ugly women feel the need to bathe in perfume? Do they assume that it will distract people from how ugly they are?
I woke up sick today. I think it was something I ate. It better not be a flu or something. I feel like shit... I'd like to curl up on the couch, but I don't own one. And since I'm likely to be unemployed soon, I don't think I'll be getting one. I'd only end up having to move it anyway.
I hate days like this...
1. Where do you currently work?
2. How many other jobs have you had and where?
Too many. See my resume for details.
3. What do you like best about your job?
The pay check.
4. What do you like least about your job?
The fact that I'm about to get replaced by contractors.
5. What is your dream job?
One that I don't get laid off from. I'd like a nice boring career, please.
It's ironic that just as I think things are going well at work it seems that I might end up getting laid off. It seems that the execs think it is a better idea to farm all the dev work to contractors. I think this is lame and just the 'flavor of the month', so to speak, for executive/management teams. They figure that it's cheaper to just have a few expensive developers whip out new systems then it is to have a dedicated team. Of course there is no thought of the long term consequences, security issues or maintenance issues, but what do I know? I'm just a code monkey.
I should have been a physicist...
I'm a L.A. Kings fan. I always will be. But sometimes they make it damn hard...
I was on the plane, coming back from seeing Vicki, and I had some time to kill. I had a DVD to watch on my TiBook, but thought I'd try and get some work done first.
I'd been meaning to add a feature to my software, which has been a long time in coming. I've been working on this new version for a long damn time. Too long. Why? A lack of time. Since I started working I have had very little time to work on my own software. When I do have time I find I don't have the energy, or the motivation.
On the plane I was able to dig in, and get the feature worked out. It felt really good. It's a simple but really important feature. It lays the ground work for some more important, but easily implemented, features that I have on my to-do list.
(Oh, yeah. Ron, I have a good framework for that application you wanted me to write... I'll whip up something to show you... provided I find the time...)
The small bit of coding I did on the plane reminded me of just how much I like coding. It just seems like when you work on stuff you don't like all day, it's just really hard to get motivated to do the things you do like. I just need to remember how enjoyable it can be.
Okay, so I'm supposed to write a story for Vicki today, but instead (or maybe in addition to, I might be bored later) I'm going to tell you all about a REALLY weird dream I had last night. Even stranger than the one I had the night before where Jason Allison was lecturing me on fractal mathematics and Chaos Theory.
So, a little background is needed... Way back in 1998 I ported a game called Battalion to the BeOS (I still have a dual 133 BeBox, how geeky is that?). It's a silly and fun game. If you have ever had the pleasure of seeing a Godzilla movie (the real Godzilla, not the Hollywood crap, but good old fashioned Toho, Inc. Godzilla) then this game will seem familiar. All the characters look like Lego Godzilla characters. It's neat.
Anyway, last night I dreamed that I was the character Googelon (the red pseudo Godzilla thing). The game was much better in my dream and I kept thinking "Wow, Andy really improved this game!". The explosions were really cool looking and there were new enemies. Especially fierce were the "Super Cruisers" (where I came up with that, I have no idea!). They would launch these atomic bomb thingies that look really neat when they went off. There were also these flame thrower type tank things that had really cool flames shooting out of the front. And there were these other player type characters (sometimes in the game another monster will appear and help you out). But the other player characters all looked like blocky C3P0 droids. They also wined like 3P0, and were especially worried about me getting hurt, so they'd surround me to for a shield so I wouldn't get damaged by all the explosions and whatnot.
Then things started getting hairy as more and more enemy began to overwhelm the poor droids and I started getting worried that I might get nuked by a Super Cruiser. Suddenly I heard this voice telling me where to go and what to do to escape. The really fucked up part, though, is that it was Ronald Reagan! Then, get this, he tells me that if I change my head (it was detachable, did I mention that?) and use the urn that held his ashes I'd be invincible and be able to kick ass against the Super Cruisers! Sure enough the urn is there (looking like an empty glass vase) and I put it on, which made me look like Tom Servo from MST3K. Then I began kicking ass! And just as things couldn't get weirder my alarm went off and I woke up.
How's that for a story?
T-Minus 2 days 9 hours 36 minutes 7 seconds and counting...
That's 207367 seconds away...
Do yourself a favor and check out The Diary of Samuel Pepys . It's a real diary written in the 1600's which is now being serialized as a weblog. It is quite fascinating to real about life in 1600's England.
I haven't been this tired in a while. It must have been a month since I last skated with the boys. We skated today for 3+ hours. I am exhausted right now. I didn't get winded too much, so I guess my NordicTrack was worth it, but boy am I beat. I'm so looking forward to a good night's sleep.
I don't know how Lare can keep going. He not only skated with us today, he has a game tonight. He's clearly nuts. Or just in way better shape than everyone else. Even Lewis was beat by the end of the day.
I have been going to a chiropractor in Burbank on Saturday mornings. On the way home I have been dropping by Chili John's for a late breakfast. They make the best damn chili. One large bowl and I won't need to eat again all day. I will end up spending some quality time in the bathroom in the morning, but it is worth it. Really damn good chili. Get a slice of lemon pie, too. It goes really well with the chili, though it doesn't sound like it would. Unfortunately I can't have any pie, because of my diet. But at least I can have chili.
1. Do you wear any jewelry? What kind?
Two earrings and a watch.
2. How often do you wear it?
3. Do you have any piercings? If so, where?
Duh, two earrings! Didn't just tell you that? Sheesh...
4. Do you have any tattoos? If so, where?
I have four tats. Three on my left arm and one on my leg.
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Watch the Kings beat Dallas and do laundry. Do I know how to live or what?
Every year on New Years Eve I electrocute pickles. How and why this tradition started no one really knows, being that we are generally very drunk at the time. There is a good description of why pickles light up when electrocuted here, so I won't bore you with the details. It's fun to do, but rather stinky. Lysa managed to capture one of this years sacrifices as a movie. Enjoy!
Ugh, champagne hangover... Why is it traditional to start the new year feeling like absolute shit?