And by amuse I mean piss off, but in a happy way.
Work is weird. And by weird I mean stressful, because some people thinking that the collection of data will eventually mean the end of our group. As they say the writing on the wall is becoming more clear. It'd be nice if I was able to parachute out ahead of the event but that's all contingent on me not being lazy, and the right new event coming along. I'm not optimistic.
Slightly related my brain has atrophied. This is my own fault, but there it is. I need some kind of challenge to code against. I downloaded the VS Express, but have not had a chance to get into it. Next weekend is already booked, going home to go over taxes with the parents. I am not sure they need to file. Also will be having lunch with a friend.
I wish I had more friends. Again this is something that is all my own fault. Some of which I can change and some of which I can not. I'm just sayin'.
When I was kid I always hated getting up in the mornings in the summer and hearing my mother talk about going over to the garden to weed. What she meant was that we all three plus her would be weeding. Weeding the leaf lettuce and the onions were the worst. I hated it. Yet today I sit here thinking about that time and miss it dearly. My grandfather planted a huge garden, and we got to have some of the spoils by just providing labor. There was leaf lettuce, corn, onions, peas, brocoli, cabbage, some years watermelon, and potatoes.
Memorial Day? Yeah we had a picnic, but not before heading up the hill and planting a lot of potatoes. Red and white. Mostly white. Labor Day was when we harvested, although my uncles thought that was either too late or too early, I'm not sure which. We had five gallon buckets and we had to follow the plow and pick em up, and dig em out. So many taters. One year we planted in the bottom, with the sandy moist soil. Never had I seen such large potatoes.
My answering machine was full. 87 messages. I'm saving some, of course, but some were ones I just didn't press delete before it was too late. So I cleaned it out today a bit. That meant I had to listen to a message to make sure it really needed to be deleted. There were a few from my nephew. Kept those. A few from friends, the funnier ones I kept. One from my grandmother I kept because it was sorta funny, she thought she was talking to me live and didn't comprehend why I was not saying anything after "hello, I'm not here right now". Some were people looking for my brother. Which is odd, we're three area codes away from each other. I deleted about 20, but grew weary, and left it at that. I should get them all onto another medium and wipe the whole machine. Start fresh.
For the life of me, I can not find a damned kitchen scale in the local shops, and I just do not want to drive to the big city for one item. I'd prefer a digital version, but I'd even settle for analog. Part of my weight er plateau is related to portion size. Like when I have chicken or whatnot I'm guessing, and I'd wager I'm under guessing. I've started to track my food input with Cron-o-meter, a lil Java app.
Friday after work I stopped at the new place and picked up a 6 pack. I was going to go with some Dogfish Head, but instead was intrigued my the Woodchuck Cider, Spring Cider, Limited Release. It was, it was pretty good. A hint of honey. I did in the entire 6 pack. Perhaps in two weeks I'll get a 4 of one of the Dogfish Head's they have, or even one of the Appalachian Brewing Company's selection.
Anyway, have to reboot the third of three servers to try to get the latest kernel installed.
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