You can really feel the love down at the MetShop today.
Overwhelmed
I’m at that point—again—where all of the little things that I feel I have to do (and even the ones I don’t) are summing up into an overbearing monster and smothering me. The worst of it so far has hit today, where the physiological effects of it all are finally interfering with my ability to actually do my work.
Farewell, Bucky
Last week something terrible happened to you, and by the time we found you there was nothing we could do to help you. And so this weekend and well before your time, we had to let you leave us.
Blast from the past: JobSurge assignment
In the second half of 2005 (the first year of my uni degree), I took a subject called Introduction to Internet Technology. Out of all the subjects I’ve taken so far for my degree, this one easily affected my career path the most profoundly. It made me realise precisely where I wanted to channel my professional efforts: web programming.
Forever is a really long time
It has taken a lot over a while for me to understand and accept one of the most important things I’ve ever learnt, and after distilling it down to a couple sentences it looks shamefully simple—like I always should have just known it:
Things are always changing. Nothing is ever timelessly set in stone. What one says or feels at one specific point in time is ever likelier to become invalid as time continues to progress.
One trip around the sun doesn't repair everything
It’s been precisely one year since I acted upon one of the most difficult decisions I’ve ever made. She still doesn’t have anything to do with me.
My brief adventure with the legal system
“I have the kind of backside that screams (figuratively), ‘yup. If you’re facing charges of rape, you definitely don’t want me on your jury panel.’”
I was summoned for jury duty last week. I turned up and spent most of the day twiddling my thumbs in what is essentially a large waiting room. In the afternoon I was finally selected for potential involvement in a rape trial, estimated to last two weeks. My number was called out in the courtroom; I was to be the final juror. The accused then objected to my inclusion on the jury panel, and so I was sent home.
Just save the damn data
I’ve never been able to find address book software that functions quite the way I would like it to. As a result, I’ve often considered writing my own. But I never quite get there, because I end up generalising my ideas to the point where I have something that isn’t even an address book any more—even though that thing is still kinda cool. And I do wonder whether that thing already exists in some online form.
Getting a little too domestic
You know that things are going downhill for you as a young male when:
- you look forward to getting home so you can vacuum the house;
- you get excited at the idea of learning how to fold fitted sheets;
- you dream at night that you somehow found a way to rid the walls of those stubborn scuff marks; and
- you sadden when you realise that it was indeed just a dream.
Likened to a Locust: another attempt, another approach
“If I liken you to a locust, I’m probably not trying to be nice. Then again, if I liken you to a locust, I probably have quite a good reason. Just a heads-up.”
This is an amusing quip I made on Facebook recently under the influence of heavy fatigue. It’s the only thing I’ve written recently that sounded remotely suitable for the title of this, my fourth online journal incarnation.