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A programmer’s nemesis

Rabbit holes!

A rabbit hole is a reference to chasing a problem, rather the solution to a problem, or allowing a feature to creep, that simply consumes an enormous amount of time for either little or no gain. I’ve just spent an hour in a rabbit hole and am not backing out every change I made in that hour. I’d like a refund please.

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What’s your verbal motivator?

Everyone has a verbal motivator. Some sort of spoken tick to get you to do something. For instance, I need to be programming but I’m hungry. Cereal has become disgusting to me but I can eat Frosted Flakes if only we had some. Frozen waffles are pretty quick and easy but they are downstairs in the deep freezer and I don’t feel like walking. Besides, if they aren’t homemade, surely they are full of crap I shouldn’t be eating…but it’s okay for my kids. My doctor says I should avoid meat and eggs but that’s about all that is left in the kitchen right now. So my choice, eat coffee or….here’s the motivator…"eeeh, fuck"…cook bacon and eggs.

So yes, increasingly, my verbal motivator to myself is "eeeh, fuck."

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Tick tock

It’s the last day of the month
I’ve never felt so fucked
Deadlines loom
Choices to be made
Life goes on
Day by day
Future becomes the past
Days go too fast
Opportunities missed
Obligation in the way
Watching kids grow up
What would Chapin say
Tick tock
Another beat of the clock
Time is an illusion
Created by man
Used to fill the void
Used to drive us mad
Disproven by physicists
We exist all at once
Until observed
Then we’re fucked.

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Lame Dad

There is a rare snow in Knoxville. I’m working from home. I type on my keys and see others posting pictures of the snow men they are building with their children and the sledding for their kids. I type faster instead of going outside with my children. While I feel lame, I look to my left to a stack of bills and know that the choices I make are to avoid being even lamer.

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Knoxville is a small town

I was born into a city of 30,000 people. So, Knoxville’s population of 182,200 (or 441,311 if you include Knox County) should seem large. However, you cannot point your finger around here without pointing at someone that is more connected to you than Kevin Bacon.

Today I went somewhere where I should have seen no one that I know, and in three separate parts of the building, I was recognized by 3 people I knew.

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My life

Authority: "Jump in the water!"
Me: "Okay. I’m in the water."
Authority: "To live, you must swim to that island."
Me: "I think I have just enough strength to make it there."
Authority: "They won’t let you on the island without a boat. Here’s some wood and nails to build a boat."
Me: "Thanks! I have the skills but I need some tools."
Authority: "That guy over there in his boat has a hammer and saw. But he’ll want you to build a raft for him in exchanging for loaning him tools."
Authority: "Your nails are sinking."
Authority: "The tide starts going out in an hour…and there is a storm approaching from the south. Have a nice swim!"