#83 Maybe another time perhaps

Ach, this code isn't being nice to me.

I put myself down easier than some discarded dog. Ruff, ruff, yeah, great.

That which confounds must have once confounded the confounder, or, we all start at square 1.

I stuck my hands together with bits of sticktape today. It was the most worthwhile thing I've done in a long time. Procrastination is surely an art form by now.

#79 Backstab

I read about lumbar puncture and fainted. That's interesting. Back to college tomorrow. I fix things and nobody notices. I bet I could brick the router and nobody would notice. Maybe I need to learn how to better accept thanks. They're grateful when it's back working, but I seem to remember their complaining longer than their thanks. I could not go through with it. 2 weeks before I get to flash with dd-wrt.

If particles emit radiation, can they also emit fields? Folks haven't looked into how much gravity is involved. How many electrons do you need before you start to feel weight?

I'll get a second opinion I guess. Moving and shaking begins in 24 hours.

#78 Begin new line

We got a white new year this year. Only problem is, I wound up staying up until 6am, so I slept in, with my new electric blanket (ftw!) on and then my shift started without me. No biggide though. They weren't delivering anyway.

Time to get to work. The jigsaw is fitting together, so I'm getting a sense of knowing where I'm going now. The northside is still less well known, but I'll get there. I won that race last night so I can win more.

They tightened up my specs to a drum. Much better. I can see straight in the mornings. The chillblains are a bother. I hope that guitar gets played. Risky present, but extrememly nice.

Brain still hasn't come up with a line to change the world, but I can't expect things to happen overnight. Much as I'd like to. Another box filled, another to fill. Work is learn or earn. Anyone for tea?

#25 Irony it seems is not without a sense of humour

And so, in my quest to outsource those difficult life decisions to the power of the Internet, I have come across Chris Pirillo.

The Irony? Right here:




He's way ahead of me. I mean wayyyy ahead. Already has the wife and dogs.

Not much privacy though. If he goes off air for more than 5 minutes, 200 people start to wonder if he's answering a call of nature. Voyeurism if ever there was a thing. He can't even pick his nose without people making a point of it.

Not like the spire on O'Connell Street. I never got the point of that. A giant needle to get rid of a drug problem? Nahhhh....

Still, it's fairly natural to be a little envious of people with nicer stuff. Kinda gets religion involved.

Either way though, it could be a lot worse. If you have your life and your freedom, then count yourself lucky. The clothes on your back and the chair beneath your arse - along with everything else you have - are all gravy.

How then to supress the common greed? Satiate with ignorance perhaps? Defoe suggested the middle station, as he put it. The notorious B.I.G. advised 'mo money mo problems' (from the album life after death). So we are thus tasked to find a state where our material wealth offers us a state of simple comfort and nothing more. The man with the second house is left to fret and worry for its safety. To lessen this worry, there is insurance. Insurance costs money. Money costs time, unless you're lucky.

In the end then, you arrive where you started. Life is more than a defiant stand against senessence. Folks smarter than me have spent more time trying to pin it down for themselves. Still, I don't think a concrete definition of what life is and means will help, even if it is general enough to apply to the majority.

There will always be farmers. There will always be tools the farmers need, though they need not rely on others for this. You can tell where this is going. Farmers need tools, which needs metal, which needs metalworkers, who need miners, who mine ore, which is smelted by smelters, and they all need food. We also need scribes to keep track of things like how much food the farmer has and how much ore the miner has mined for the smelter who in turn will make metals for the metalworker. There will always be dishonesty and wickedness, so there will also always be laws and armies to defend the just. The just are fearful. The armies and laws do their best to minimise the fear by creating ever more complex weapons and legislation.

In only 8 lines, the complexity of the world has begun to spiral outside the comprehension of the ordinary man. It would be simpler if there were only miners and farmers, but the miners would eventually discover gold.

I'm sure the first original thought is written down somewhere. I just haven't read it yet.

#24 Good things end

Last day at work today. I'll miss that place. As a parting prank, I changed all the desktop backgrounds and swapped the 'n' and 'm' keys on my keyboard I was working with. The conpamy will soom be semdimg stramge enails. I also left some videos for them. The office will definitely be quieter without me.

Heheh.

'Course the real prank is the one you allude to. The one that keeps them guessing. Like the classic 3 pigs, painted '1' '3' and '4'.

#19 The future will be here tomorrow

Cows in slippers! Genius!

Hang on, all cows are free range, right? The fence keeps the predators out.

TV is very silly.

I got my work nickname today - Bundy - from the odd laugh I get when something odd happens. Show me a picture of a Hadron supercollider and you'll see why.

Oooh, the weather. Seems there's a storm on the way. There goes the weekend! Plenty of weather on the way.

Dreadful joke: What do you get when you cross the titanic with the atlantic ocean? Half way.

I really ought to start podcasting. It's probably easier than I think too.

Seems the company I work my job for doesn't pay overtime. Work the timeclock? What would you do?

#12 Halfway from the start is halfway to the finish

I'm getting the hang of this. As to work, my theory was right. I was vindicated too, so I'm glad I came clean and let everyone know where I was. Being in Ireland seems to mean you can call someone or leave them a voicemail and they won't call me back. I'm just as guilty as everyone else. I took down the voicemails this morning from the night before. Wanna know how many I called back? 2. I think. Boss wasn't happy about that. 'Course if you only leave a name and number then hang up, will I think it's important? Probably not.

Why am I putting up with this? Well, I need money. I have plenty of time, so I figure I can trade some of it for money. Time is money, remember? That also means money is time, which explains why people hire plumbers, electricians, computer repair men, driving instructors and other things, like water, gas, oil, electricity, transport and groceries.

Economics described in 2 lines. Take that Wikipedia!

Oooh Peggle!