Category: Daily Life

Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.

  • The Best Blogfest Write-up!

    The best Blogfest write-up goes to Barry with his perfect recap of a wonderful evening! East TN bloggers met in person to put name to url. Glenn Reynolds has the list of attendees. These events are a little strange to enter. For one, the children (except Noah) were with us and I have continued to fool myself into thinking that blogging is something we do unawares to them despite knowing full well they understand our blogs completely. I am sure that both Tommy and Sarah have visited each blog and declared them "boring and weird" since our blogs don’t use the word "cuz," don’t change the font size nearly frequently enough, and have no picture from Naruto. Also, we all read each other so…is there really anything to talk about? "Um..Post #1345." "Ha! That was great. I responded in comment #12768." "Read it! Excellent retort! Did you catch the Youtube video on that?" "Covered it in post #4491." Silence. "Check please."

    In reality, we walked in 30 minutes later than intended and confused the hostess since we had no reservation, no call ahead seating and, apparently, had no intent to sit down. We made various attempts at figuring out if anyone was here: "Blogfest?" Blank stare from the waitress. "Inn of the Last Home?" A waitress goes to get a manager and whispers something about police. I didn’t know they already had a run-in with Mike Faulk. Sarah exits the restaurant in embarrassment and I stare blankly at a crowd of people that looks something akin to the prisoners on the train in The Wall.

    So Rich Hailey approaches asking, "Looking for Blogfest? Someone identified you." For a brief moment I experience what celebrities must feel and I reply, "Good to read you!" Blogfest 2007 attendeesAfter locating Sarah we fill the final seats at the blogger’s table. Lucky for Sarah, a girl near her own age was sitting right beside her. They ignored each other the entire evening. Tommy had the pleasure of sitting beside Mike Faulk who graciously tried to engage the nervous, bored teens until being drawn into adult conversation with Dr. Helen, Glenn Reynolds, Perry Nelson, and Lissa Kay. Amy sat on Sarah’s other side. Evan took the head of the table with Cathy and I on either side of him until Katie Allison Granju, Jon Hickman, Randy Neal and Mrs. Neal showed up adding yet another table. The early bird side of the table included Thoughts of an Average Woman, Barry, Michael Silence and his wonderful daughter, Rich Hailey, and Say Uncle. As some seats emptied, Les Jones and his wife, Melissa, filled in (I hugged his wife and he was probably packing!). Pulling up the rear was Mark Steel who enjoyed Tuckaleechee Porter until closing. [Hopefully I covered everyone. This paragraph should have links to ALL attendee’s blogs and their Blogfest review.]

    A play date?

    In the realm of overt cuteness, Michael‘s daughter with a huge grin unabashedly bee-lined it to Evan, grabbed his hand, and led him through the restaurant to the vacant upstairs banquet area so they could run and play. Ah! My boy’s first date! Of course, little Casanova is in big trouble if he let’s the ladies lead him so easily.. ahem! They were adorable and thrilled beyond belief to have a playmate.

    In the small world realm, Melissa and I go back a decade give or take. We met at a friend’s party eons ago. She recounted how I encouraged her to get into computers. The teenage girls who ignored each other in lieu of text messaging went to the same beach at the same time for a vacation this past summer. Perry Nelson worked with Lissa Kay.

    In the realm of social ineptitude, I flashed our camera enough to make restaurant patrons think they were at a Hollywood movie debut, asked Mr. R Neil, "So, what do you do?" only to see everyone look at me like I was from Mars, Cathy and Katieand I got to blathering such a technical description of something that I myself became lost in my words! Guess I need to get out of the basement more often.

    Overall it was fantastic event. Rarely do you attend something where no introductions are needed and the person sitting beside you possibly understands you better than your psychologist. It was definitely interesting meeting people face to face with whom you already have somewhat of a connection. I only wish we had more time for deeper conversation. The time flew by and partings had to come almost in conjunction with hellos. I look forward to the next Blogfest!

    Evan chose Jon

    Update: As I re-read my post with Cathy I realized I left something from the "In the realm of overt cuteness" paragraph. I had intended to tell about Evan and Jon. Ironically, before I could return to update the post, Jon had commented about being left from Barry’s recap. Evan doesn’t always warm up to people. He even shys away from the grandparents from time to time. There was a moment at the Blogfest where Evan stopped running around. Planted his feet. Extended his left arm straight as an arrow and pointed his index finger at Jon. Then he reached his right arm out straight as an arrow and pointed his index finger at Jon. Jon was the chosen! Evan declared him, "The fun guy!" Then Jon, father to be, reached down and picked up the insistent Evan who proceeded to drool and snot all over him. Evan really liked Jon!

    Update: Mark Steel came in as we left.

  • I covered the back door in plastic!

    It has been so cold in my office that I have taken to wearing layers and a wool cap just to work.

    Happy wife: "Honey that looks great! It feels 10 degrees warmer in here already!"
    Wife irritated that I am cutting, drilling and doing home improvement instead of getting myself ready and helping getting the kids ready for Blogfest: "You know the cat is just going to tear that down."

    If you watch that, I can’t give you those 3 minutes of your life back.

  • Freaky Dog

    Molly’s purple Jolly Ball has been behind the house for a couple of weeks. Her green one is down the side yard against a tree. The red one has been her favored ball recently but has vanished (it always returns).

    So yesterday, I say to Molly, "Go get your purple ball." She runs outside with purpose and within 2 minutes is sitting at the front door with the purple ball!

    I told Cathy about this and she brushed it off as coincidence then prompted Molly, "Go get the purple ball!" to which Molly went straight over to Evan’s 2 foot diameter $2.50 purchased at Target knowing good and well Molly would eat it ball which happens to be purple and nudged it deliberately with her nose then looked straight at us. Weird! Btw, Evan’s ball is made at Hedstrom who made a very pretty and incredibly useless website.

  • From the mouths of babes

    Dad: "Are you nervous?"
    Noah: "I don’t know."

    Dad: "Your mother asked you to clean your room and you didn’t. Why?"
    Sarah: "I don’t know."

    Dad: "Do you have any homework?"
    Tommy: "I don’t know."

    Dad: "What did you do in school today?"
    Amy: "I don’t know."

    Dad: "Are you hungry?"
    Evan: "Diiiink"

  • Dream a little dream

    It would appear that tonight I need to be gruff, caustic, very direct and cold, rough and walk with a limp. Thank you Hugh Laurie for the role playing opportunity!

  • Yeah for Noah!

    Noah crossed over from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts last night. He has worked hard and I am proud of him!

  • Oh the Horrors – No Java!

    I ran out of coffee Monday morning. I have no tea. I wonder if I can fool myself into thinking hot water is a drink for productivity.

    And http://popurls.com/ appears down. Arrgh!

  • How do you measure stress?

    I know my stress is up. I am having dizzy spells again and I am out of coffee.

  • My weeds are growing

    Wish their clothes would grow with them. At least I am not alone. A parent at karate was complaining about her children all wearing "floods" which made me feel a little less bad about Noah’s high waters.

  • Too much input

    Today the white noise is horrible. I can hear the flame of the candle on my desk flicker. The hum of the compressor on the heat pump fan outside is nearly unbearable. My cpu fan has an extra click today that was not there yesterday. The light footsteps upstairs echo through my spine. Some unidentified high pitch whine makes me think I still have one up on the teens. My very thoughts ring in my ears. The unbearable cold of this office enhances the distractions and makes focus so much more difficult.

    Today I should insulate the backdoor and sand on the walls in the bedroom. Instead, I shall code and code and wish I had time for administrative duties.

  • Snow and Ice Coming!

    The wife implied that if we get snowed in we might get to do something adult! I dust off the supplies to find we have two winter coats. Woot! We are prepared to be snowed in for weeks!

    So I thought I would peruse the Intertubes and brush up on my etiquette. Hmm. Apparently I’m not doing so well missing 3 out of 4 of The Big Don’ts for iced in and trying to stay warm exercises. Let’s examine.
    Number One Don’t

    Jump immediately up and run to the bathroom

    Has someone been spying on us?
    Number Two Don’t

    Turn to one side of the bed and immediately sleep

    That directly conflicts with The Man Manual!
    Number Three Don’t

    Make any sarcastic or joking remarks about the previous moments

    Not fair! Natural noises, cramps, children’s footsteps on the stairs, curious pets, and light sleeping babies can turn what should be a feature length drama/action adventure with great special effects into a high speed, 3 minute YouTube comedy. How could one not joke?
    Number Four Don’t

    Check your mobile phone for messages or missed calls

    Not a problem there. We just take the calls and keep going! Let your imagination wander next time we talk…

  • On Programmers – you are one or you aren’t

    I started college as a computer science student. I switched to the college of engineering because I knew "electrical engineers make all the money." One of the professors (actually, I think he was a department head) tried to convince me to stay in computers or "at least take one more class" to which I declined and he said, "you’ll be back." True to his word I returned, battered and bruised with a diminished gpa, to the college of liberal arts to study computer science. I asked why out of 500 students he tried to encourage me in such a way. He simply said, "you have a knack for computers." That remains on of the biggest compliments I have received.

    I read more frequently articles that reference programmers and non-programmers. I read one that documented my case claiming that early in an intro to computer science course you can separate which students will succeed as programmers and the ones that will never understand.

    But the dirty little secret of the software development industry is that this is also true even for people who can program: there’s a vast divide between good developers and mediocre developers. A mediocre developer can program his or her heart out for four years, but that won’t magically transform them into a good developer. And the good developers always seem to have a natural knack for the stuff from the very beginning. [Source]

    I don’t have the ego to say I am a great programmer but my work frequently has me altering code done by lesser programmers and, although the teacher in me wants to reach out to them, I have to wonder if they wouldn’t be better served by a career change.

  • Early Birdin Is Great

    Two days ago I woke at 1:23am and 3:33am. I just think it is neat to look up at the clock and see those kinds of numbers.

    Today I rose at 3:40 and pulled myself from bed at 4am. It is difficult to get moving but once up and about being active at this time of day is fantastic. It is quiet and productive! I give early rising a high recommendation.

  • From the mouths of babes

    Doug: "What can I do to make you happy, honey?"
    Cathy: "Not a thing."

    Ah! Marriage.

  • Manly Choices

    So you are standing in the kitchen thinking, "ice cream would be nice" but if you go downstairs and don’t have ice cream for her then you will be walking back upstairs to get her Phish Food. Of course, if you take ice cream down there she will give you an ugly look because Evan won’t be asleep yet and she will have to glare at you while you eat your ice cream and hers melts. Of course, you could always walk back upstairs and put hers in the freezer then return downstairs to eat yours then go upstairs to get hers. Or you could walk downstairs and ask if she wants some then go upstairs and get yours then come downstairs.

    Or do the manly thing and just go to sleep…