Category: Daily Life

I know the f%^king rules. How come I can’t play the game?

Seems like the minute you start to get back on your feet in our society some bastard has to come knock you down harder.

It’s 2am. I should have been in construction…I dig such nice holes for myself.

On a positive note, it’s really nice to be programming in ColdFusion again!

Today’s Woot! won’t last. It’s a Microsoft Wireless Optical Elite Keyboard and Mouse.

It’s not your Grandpa’s wireless. Because that was a radio.

I’d grab one up if I wasn’t budgeted for other things like..uh..mmm..a child!

Unbelievable! It’s such a sad day when a keyboard has such requirements!

Hard Disk: 60 MB of available hard-disk space

I recall desperately wanting to buy a 20MB harddrive in the early 80s and commenting that “I’d never be able to fill it up!”

Has Tetris beat you down? Do you get infuriated with no having enough time to decide where to place the shape? If so, then Tetris 1D is for you! (warning: you could find yourself playing for days on end!)

It’s one of those crisp, clear nights that makes you want to bundle up a little, sit on the porch and just listen to the wonderful "silence."

I’m being productive this morning and pounding away at code; code which somehow I’ve fallen absurdly behind on and am quite disappointed in myself for doing so.

I wish I had the stamina to get up at this time every morning and work. I could knock out most of my client obligations whilst everyone sleeps then use the day primarily for family needs. Perhaps I could take a 4 hour nap in the evening and grab a nap during the day to keep my body rested.

Wahoo! Programming milestone achieved! Had a wierd moment when it became suddenly bright outside and the glare on the monitor gave me snow blindness. Truly freaky! I promised myself a break at this milestone so I’m going to do some brief yardwork then return to making miracles happen.

Wouldn’t society be funny if people ran around shouting “excrement!” instead of “s$%t!” when things didn’t go their way?

The puppy chose to poop outside this morning! She even used the spot that we’d marked for her! Please. Please! Let this be the beginning of the end of the accidents on the floor (at least for 10 weeks).

Amazon sells everything! Order your fake poop now!

I’ve randomly drawn Rebel Cornbread and Yankee Coffee: Authentic Civil War Cooking and Camaraderie by Garry Fisher from my bookshelf. From page 29:

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When in camp, Federal company cooks generally preferred boiling food to frying or broiling it, since boiling was the easiest and fastest way to prepare large quantities of food. … Just as it suffered from food and other shortages, the Confederate army also lacked an adequate supply of cooking equipment and eating utensils. The shortage became so dire that Colonel Robert V. Richardson, commanding the Twelfth Tennessee Cavalry Regiment, was moved to submit the following plea to his brigade commander in October 1863

I have not a single vessle to cook one morsel of bread. My cooking has to be done as we can beg the citizens to do it. This practice is exceedingly deleterious. It leads to straggling and demoralization. For God and country’s sake, make your fair-promising but never-complying quartermaster send me skillets, ovens, pots or anything that will bake bread or fry meat…. Send me skillets 255 in number. I cannot fight any more until I get something to cook in.

So highly valued were skillets that the men, rather than risk losing a skillet from a company wagon while on the march, assigned it to an individual, who marched with the panhandle slipped down the barrel of his rifle.

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Civil war stories captivate me. Just yesterday on the way to the bank to turn Noah’s loose change into dollar bills he commented on the Baker-Peter House so we stopped at the gas station and together read Abner Baker’s marker and the historic sign. For the 17 years that I’ve been in Knoxville I’ve never bothered to read that sign. Turns out Doctor Baker was possibly a Confederate but more likely neutral however his son Abner was a Confederate soldier. Doctor Baker was attending to some wounded Confederate soldiers when some Union soldier’s raided the house and shot through the barricaded bedroom door and killed Baker. His son shot the postmaster to avenge his father’s death and friends of the postmaster ambushed Abner and killed him at 22 years old.

I know the Baker-Peter House is supposedly haunted. I’ve never read about the ghost. I wonder if it’s related to the story. The sign does not mention the ghost but it does mention Hawk-eye’s Too.

What were other people doing at your age?

DartMail. Nothing else need be said.

Noah’s Pink Pearl eRacer. Average speed of 3 races 3.17 seconds. Winning car bested 2.8 seconds. Noah and I need to practice wheel mounting. 

This is the squirrel’s new door. It made the door. Previously when the new roof was put on the roofer’s removed a short section of fascia that gave the critters direct access to the attic. I covered the hole but apparently they really liked the digs.