I hate it when explanations about ugly things that have (or might not have) happened are too incongruent to be taken at face value. This living among humans thing is far more bother than it’s worth.

Stuff. None Worth Reading.

Aaarrrgggh. I aaarrggh stuffed. Amethyst spotted some enormous white mushrooms at the market yesterday so I grabbed eight of them, and every one the diameter of my open palm. Shrooms that large just scream “stuff me!”. Oh, the places I could go with that line, but I won’t. I’m saving that for something else. I stuffed the shrooms with crab and wild rice, with some scallions, herbs, a dash of dry white wine, with mucho butter along for the ride, and topped them with a blend of mozzarella, parmesan, and jack cheeses. It’s heresy, I know, to fling jack in there, but I wanted to tone down the flavor a bit so the other ingredients could shine through. It worked, so I’m happy. A mite overfull, but happy anyway.

I visited a ski town today, which might have a little something to do with the happiness level. There’s something about a brand new half ounce that makes one smile.

The other thing I was saving up my supply of bad words for: You’ve got to kiss a lot of vaginas to find one that’s not a cunt. That might be an original saying. Or it might not. It might get me bruised, bloodied, and broken. Unless I can hide better than pissed off women can seek. :D

Amethyst stuck a song in my head this morning… I replaced it several hours later with another:

That is all.

Wholly Cow, I’m Cot Up

It finally happened: I’m no longer behind in my work. It took longer than I’d expected, but I’d failed to anticipate all of the things that got all blowed the fuck up getting all blowed the fuck up. Anyone got a reliably working crystal ball to donate to an unworthy cause such as this freaky old heathen? :D

Today I shipped out a new server to one client and a drive full of archive data to another, worked up a prototype application for a new client, cleared a few more trivial things from the to-stress-over list, and also fed the cat. It’s much nicer in the office without that server being in the way, and the next time power is applied to it neither the noise nor the heat will be mine to endure. Yay!

The best part of getting that server out the door is that soon we’ll be retiring a couple of old virtual (“cloud”) servers that haven’t been updated in so long that they cannot be automatically updated any more. With the interwebz being so hostile as they are I will have less to worry about when those outdated systems are vaporized and so NMP any more.

The new client is almost an interesting story. Something possessed the guy to go looking for developers in the middle of the night on Saturday night, just shy of midnight here in the good time zone, just shy of 2AM in New York City where he lives and works. I received the email from the contact form processor on my web site, and my first thought was to blow it off until Monday. I can’t really be a properly maladjusted, malcontent, misfit, pot-headed loser dweeb if I have ambition beyond packing the next bowl, right? The only correct response was to blow it off until Monday, but instead I replied via email to the guy and we had a nice little protracted conversation, then last (Sunday) night I called him to discuss his project. During the course of what was a very pleasant conversation he told me that he’d contacted four other developers and I was the only one who’d responded, and now that we’d both invested time into the preliminaries those other four are out of luck.

Score one more, albeit a small one, for the maladjusted, malcontent, misfit, pot-headed loser dweeb. :D

I’ve A Bossier Boss

I guess that now I know who’s The Boss:


Miss Awesome says it’s her office now, and now that I’ve been demoted I’d better hop right to it and get that pile of notes on my desk cleaned up. Not that she’s tyrannical or anything. She lets me drink liquor and smoke pot at my desk and I can take breaks whenever I want them, so I guess I can tolerate doing what I’m going to do anyway because clutter makes me crazier.

Until today I’d never bid in an eBay auction — I’ve just never wanted to accept the risk that a thing I could buy immediately at an acceptable price might be gone by the time the auction I might not win ended. But today the ethernet switch that hooks up most of my office network punked out for the second time so I thought I might give it a try. I scored a nice, brand new, Netgear 48 port modular rackmount switch for twenty bucks, $35 by the time shipping is added. Not bad, not bad at all. And it comes with an extra gigabit ethernet module already installed — MSRP for the module alone is $130 so I guess I did okay. :D

It’s important to have lots of spare ethernet ports in the office now that Miss Autumn is the boss. She’s much bigger on toys than I am.

Seven Buzzards


Where’s Waldo? If you look carefully there are seven buzzards in the above photo, five in the trees in addition to the two obvious birds on the wing. Some are hard to see even in the full size image to which the one above is linked. So I guess it would only be right to say that there are two in the tree in the left side of the frame, one pretending to be a tree topper and another at about his 8 o’clock and partially concealed by a branch; another is near the top of the tree closest to the middle of the frame; two more are in the tree to the right of that one (not that to the far right and in the foreground), one above the other.

I’m a programmer, Jim, not a photographer!

The thing that’s interesting to me is that on the lawn beneath those trees there’s an event taking place with lots of people and live music. Who knew turkey vultures like live music? It’s not at all unusual to see buzzards around, in fact it would be unusual this time of year to not see them, and they often fly low over town hoping to spot a meal. Sometimes one or two will light in a tall tree, but I’ve not seen them light so close to so many people making so much noise. Maybe they’re just all feeling fat and sassy after dining on the early crop of roadkill so have more time to spend on entertainment and storing energy for the upcoming migration.




As Random As Usual

I played hooky today and it was every bit as fine as I thought it could be. Amethyst and I hopped into The Doat and hauled our asses out of Dinkytown for a while because my attitude was such that a change of scenery was in order, as was getting my shiny new phone turned on and having dinner at an Italian place that doesn’t suck. Sometimes ya just gotta accept the risk of head-on collision on the two-lane for trivial reasons.

It’s in the nooze that the merry pranksters who snagged nude photos of stupid celebrities used an application favored by law enforcement for spying/cracking iPhones and iCloud. Imagine that.

It’s also in the nooze that a couple of deer got onto the Golden Gate bridge, borked up traffic for a while, and enthused the hell out of some folks who’d probably never been so close to a wild animal before. Well, to town deer, anyway. Our grandkids get all kinds of pumped up when deer get into our back yard, too. Heh. City people. I guess deer are wonders of nature if they’re not eating all of the veggies and flowers out of your yard.

Tangentially, mule deer don’t instinctively know that they won’t like jalapeños. :D

During our last grandkid visit we had a fun little experience involving both deer and city people. Our daughter-in-law is very much a city people as are all of her kids. A deer hopped over the fence into our back yard while all of us were out on the deck, talking and laughing and playing, and I silently pointed at the animal just to set up the typical scenario that’s so much fun. DIL turned and looked, her eyes grew big as saucers, then just as quietly as she could she got the kids looking and whispered sternly at them to be quiet and still so as not to scare off the deer. Doesn’t it seem really very obvious that the probability of that deer having failed to see, hear, and/or smell us long before she hopped over a chain link fence to get into the back yard would be zero? I stood up and called out a greeting to the critter that included telling her that I was glad to see her again after she hadn’t been around for a while. DIL shot me a quick glaring look as if I was a jerk for ruining the grandkids’ wondrous experience of nature by scaring the deer away. The doe just sat there under an aspen looking like she was thinking, “Oh, that one. Does he ever shut up?” as she ruminated. When DIL noticed that the deer was unconcerned and another, one of the doe’s two year old fawns, was walking toward the fence to visit for a while, I got to set up the second half:

DIL gave me an apologetic look and I told her that the deer weren’t worried because they know they’re safe here. To which DIL said, scornfully, “Yeah, because they know you won’t shoot them”. “No, they’re not worried at all about people”, I explained, “They feel safe because they know we don’t have any dogs”. DIL is a bright woman and realized that I’d set her up for that, so we both had a good laugh while the grandkids called out “Hi, deer!” and just about wet themselves with glee. They might be voracious critters but I like having them around. The deer, that is.

I’m not so fond of kids, you see, and when the deer come into town they lure the mountain lions in, too. Kids are much slower than deer.

Murf E. Slaugh

Murphy’s Law: My new phone arrived today but the carrier’s local office is closed because technology outsmarted them so I can’t get a SIM card for it. They might also be closed tomorrow, the sign says. I’ve no idea if the new phone will place or receive calls, but the sound quality of multimedia is outstanding for a mobile phone. My last phone was one with just a single speaker on the back of the thing and it sounded pretty lousy, but this one has two speakers on the front that sound surprisingly good for a cell phone.


That’s what it looks like just now. It might be different tomorrow, but I’m thinking that the black honeycomb wallpaper is probably there to stay. It kinda sorta matches the grille of my truck.

I do wonder if the darn thing will make calls…