The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
It was a colleague’s leaving lunch today and, as per the norm, we went to the pub. The landlord has a pair of Jack Russell terriers. One got very friendly with Phil, hoping to score some leftover chili cheese fries (didn’t happen, but that didn’t stop the little guy from trying his best).
He was sickeningly cute though. If it weren’t for the fact that JRTs are giant balls of energy, I’d get one in a flash.
Are pigs flying? Am I seeing things, or is a certain PhD student actually wearing a shirt and tie??
It seems that he’s even done something with his hair, so I must be having a psychotic break with reality…. Bring on the drugs!!
There was something wrong with the VC setup this morning. We had picture in picture in picture in picture in…
I don’t know who the biggest kid is between the two :-)
When I get in the zone at work, I often tune out the music that’s playing in my headphones. This mix, however, stood out by its frank weirdness:
Supertramp – The Logical Song
Rage Against the Machine – Killing in the name of
Violent Femmes – Blister in the sun
Leonard Cohen – Everybody Knows
Judy Garland – Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Brain Damage FTW!!!
It’s rare these days that I get to indulge in a bit of graphic design. I’m not saying that this is anywhere on par with the creations that some people I know who do this for a living can whip up, but I had fun doing it :)
User support is a painful side-effect of software development. Thankfully, it’s a small part of what I do because, while most users are fairly technically competent, it’s the truly moronic ones that make we want to shoot myself. Also, telling people they’re morons, while fun, is less than tactful (which I am not) and not good for career progression.
Comics from User Friendly
I now understand why, when a member of the Spanish Mafia comes back from a sojourn to the motherland, they eat salad for a week on their return to the UK.
Tonight’s dinner was a 7 course affair with enough booze to kill a horse. I had jamon and white asparagus, grilled prawns, octopus, croquetas, hake fillet with red peppers and a steak that was as big ad my face, then pudding. At one point the people around me were begging for a digestif to help them with the steak so the guys
out a liter of homemade Spanish grappa (which our group of alcoholics managed to polish off). That doesn’t even take into account the 1.5 liter bottles of red wine, nor the half dozen bottles of champagne.
Dinner started at 9pm and ended sometime after 1am. Excuse me while I go digest now…
