All I’ve been doing here is spewing emotion. Time to talk about the day to day a bit and what’s been going on instead. Not depressing, I promise you. 

Tonight is the night of the Persied Meteor Shower. It brings back a memory.

I think I may have told this story here before, and if I have, and if you happened to have read it and even more remarkably remember it, please forgive.

(NSFW topic wise, but nothing too explicit.)

One night long, long ago, at least twenty years ago, when Dear Wife and I were in very physically close husband-wife proximity, I told her of a hot woman I had seen that day, how excited she had made me. And Dear Wife sweetly responded, "If the situation ever comes up and you see a woman and you have to have her, you just must have her, go ahead and have her, on me. That's my gift to you."

So a few years later, I did.

I definitely wasn't expecting that.

Don't Know Much About History

Stupid design is rampant in software, and with it stupid limitations. Inevitably someone wants our software to do $Action which isn't feasible due to design limitations. After receiving a negative answer to their question about whether something is possible, they turn into Veruca Salt:

"But why can't I do it?"
"Because we said so."
"But I waaaaant to."
"It won't work, but I'll file a New Feature Request for you."
"But I want to do it nooooowwww."
"Sorry."

Fighting with a software company is one thing, fighting with more than 100 years of historical standards and international treaties is another.

Poll: Hanna-Barbera Survivor.
x-posted to da brog.

An observation on the perception of time. Clicking around from the IMDB Bottom 100 list, I got to Spice World. Those girls were big in the pop world not that long ago and some of them are still making headlines. I wouldn't expect the spotlight comment in its IMDB entry to be titled like this: