i don't like voodoo!

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a little not-quite-voodoo history

i have no idea why i struggled to get up this morning; i'd slept enough hours, i was excited about getting to work, and for some reason i was so drained that i'm still confused about parts of my shamble to the bus.

as much fun as today was, and as much as i learned (and enjoyed learning, including a scripting kick-in-the-butt from nystire [thank you, nystire]), i'm extremely unhappy about the 50/50 attitude that pervades our office.

"it doesn't work? oh, well. your code might be fine. just play with it a little."

at least playing is enjoyable.

once i got home, i put on my blades and launched myself through the park (twice) before i sat down on a bench overlooking the yarkon and an absolutely breathtaking sunset^* (like you see in artist's renditions of sunsets that qualify as "pretty darn impressive"), replete with happy children and small, wooden boats, and opened a book (hyperion) and just chilled for a while.

until i cooled off, at least. i warmed up on the way to the ice-cream parlour, ordered a supreme combination of pavlova and bitter chocolate, and then continued reading on the bench outside my apartment.

all-in-all, i'd say it was a good day. now it's time for bed (early, but i'm not taking chances after last night).

^* i was concerned that i didn't have a camera with me, but then i realized that a photo wasn't going to do it any justice anyway. it always bothers me that a great photo is only really great if you took it and you remember how you felt at the time.

never learn from south africans