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Thursday, March 25, 2010

sucked in

after posting, i returned home to dress up and make my way to cafesito to meet up with my alternative ride. the first thing he wanted to know was why i hadn't flirted with the cute girl standing next to me at the traffic light. ignoring my being in uniform (+3 discomfort, in nerd terms), i have this thing about not flirting with girls who don't at least look possessive of the right attitude.

that reminds me of saturday night with the two english girls.

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just to prove my point, the biggest project breakthrough of the day happened when i was far away from my desk and concentrating on something else entirely. that's almost always the case with anything requiring actual thought.

once i'd implemented the target functionality, i walked in to my old office for something and was stunned by the accusation that i'd posted something inappropriate up on the board. i asked who said it was me, and the response was that i was logically the only person who could have done it because i'd been busy with the board the day before.

the sheer stupidity behind that "reasoning" astounds me.

i took it down and returned it to the offending party (it took one question at random to figure out who really had posted it), replacing it with the following:

in a section whose work consists primarily of logic problems, it is a despicable shame to find such a lack of the required skills.
a)
totalwaste hung stuff up + b) someone hung up something offensive DOES NOT IMPLY c) totalwaste hung up the offending item
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in addition,
totalwaste doesn't read newspapers. think a little.

i've mentioned before that my TL lacks sentimentality ie. doesn't give a shit about anyone else in addition to his creepy habit of laughing at others' extreme pain and suffering. he was instructed by our SC to keep me abreast of any happenings in the unit, and due to his negligence i almost missed another event, this time of real importance. today we had the first farewell for someone else who's lactose intolerant, and that meant that instead of pizza she brought an edible and pretty decent spread.

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post-lunch, continuing to work. my SC and the head of the project that required perl are sitting with our unit commander, giving him feedback on what i've done.
"so you see? you're useful!"
...
"imagine how useful i'd be if i wasn't so damned bitter about being here."

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i came across something in the code that my team-mate had added, and discovered that he had "temp" variables all over the place. i went to talk to him about it, explaining that that's a sure sign that something wasn't done right.

i then realized that he'd inserted a piece of code to completely redo what the previous code had done, with a slight modification that of itself wasn't well thought-out.
"yeah, but i didn't know how you'd handled it."
"and? i wasn't answering my phone?"
i had to vent a little, then gave up and returned to completely redesign and rewrite (simultaneously) the offending mechanism.

i got so stuck into it, as a matter of fact, that i almost missed my shuttle. i'm glad i'm enjoying the work itself that much, even if everything else sucks.

speaking of enjoying, though, i realized that if i'm already stuck sitting in the main thoroughfare of the unit, i may as well make the most of it. i've taken to eating hot-chocolate powder and spreading it around my teeth before smiling at people.

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i swear the shuttle's suspension gets tangibly worse every day. i managed to read a fair amount, but not without difficulty and i had to be constantly aware of the general terrain we were traversing. a couple of bumps made me really regret the fact that i was wearing a seatbelt.

i'm completely enthralled by the iliad. the fitzgerald translation combined with the original content itself is simply incredible!

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i switched clothes as soon as i got home, then headed straight for the "good neighbour" passover donation run, stopping only for calzone on the way. they'd planned for two days, but there were enough volunteers that they were done by 8pm this evening. i got a fair amount of exercise [as i told one of the girls, it's not fair of me that this is the only thing i've helped with all year] and was very pleased to have participated.

i went past megasport, and although they don't have climbing shoes i was told to bring in my unused wheels and they'll see about taking them back. if they will, i'll trade for another frisbee - mine's been badly abused :)

i continued on to maslul, who did have. they look good, they feel about right, but not as right as the ones we can get at the climbing wall and unless we're mistaken (i called scrapper to consult) the ones at the climbing wall are about NIS 100 cheaper. i'll check that out first, then.

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on the way home, the dude who once bothered me and j-girl (i just looked, couldn't find the post) at the bus station walked up to me, we exchanged evening's greetings, and then he scrounged around on the inside of the traffic light's post, pulling out an empty cigarette box and throwing it (roughly) to the ground at my feet.
he proceeded to watch me: i had a few seconds to think about this before the light changed. i decided that the best course of action, something that i often think of doing but simply never do, was to pick it up and carry it to the nearest trash can. i have a feeling he wasn't anticipating that, but simultaneously i suspect that he didn't really give a shit either way.

at least i'm happy with my response.

about fifty metres further on i was horrified to witness a man slowly walking through traffic with his hand on the back of a giant dog, both almost getting run over a couple of times because they were heading straight through incoming and aggressive traffic.
i had the unpleasant sensation that this was a blind man and his guide dog, and that the guide dog was on a suicide run - but he was almost to the other side before i could react.

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i was going to work on the shirt design for the taekwondo competition, but i think it's better if i go to bed early tonight and deal with it tomorrow evening.

on an unrelated note, my place is an absolute mess and i have *got* to tidy up. at least my new - and newly prettied - stand will alleviate some of the difficulties.

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