For the nonce, the shoutbox is off. I just upgraded the software on the core of the site, and the shoutbox is not playing nicely with it, so I’m going to pull it down and tinker elsewhere for a bit until I get it going again.
I know you all are come here hoping to keep updated on all that is me. Every now and again, i try not to disappoint. In no particular order, thoughts on the present:
Sara’s about to change schools and programs again, this time into the program we were hoping to get her into back in May. Earlier, it had been limited to the school’s home area, but they opened it up, and Sara was near the top of the candidate list for coming on in. It’s a good thing transitions don’t affect her much.
Nothing like a reduction in force AND a reorganization to promote productivity and good spirits in the holiday season.
Julie’s digging the new job, aside from having to take a walk outside to pee. There is in fact indoor plumbing, just not in the doors in which Julie works.
My job description is remarkably underwhelming. I do a lot of stuff, but it’s terribly hard to quantify, since it’s mostly “do whatever people want, in report form”.
I own nunchaku now. Finally, my childhood dreams of being the party dude that was Michelangelo can be realized.
I’ve started coding AMXX plugins. I have no clue if they work, but they compile real nice.
I get to move Don again this weekend. I’ve got enough moving karma now that Don alone will need to move everything out of my house should I have need to relocate.
Why RFID and your personal credit information are a bad combination (at least at present), with commentary by the person I go to when I need to know everything there is to know about network and data security.
Here’s to Julie, new office manager at the auto collision center.
*raises coffee cup*
Have a good first day, and even better subsequent days.
Love,
Sean
Sara comes by it honest. Diagnosed autistic, she can be forgiven for a certain lack of empathy. Her problems with social interactions are well-documented and even have a name.
Emma on the other hand… has issues. She doesn’t experience the joy — or more importantly, the pain — of others. It leads to her being self-serving and totally oblivious to the harm her actions have on other people. Expressing disappointment in her, TO her, is just about as useful as talking to a wall. Maybe less so, since the wall doesn’t lie to you and say what you want to hear in response, and the wall won’t get your hopes up..
A court building is more or less like a library in atmosphere, except with added brooding.
Lawyers actually use legal pads. I’d have thought that something else would have caught on by now.
I love my wife. More than I can measure.
Black Friday is the only day worth waking up early for. Every other day, even if you’re doing something noble, the alarm gets curses hurled upon it.
I can drive 495. I’d not want to do it daily, but I can manage myself quite well.
Not so much learned, but realized: I’ve never been in a courtroom before today.
[10:21] j: “a piece of wood with numbers and lines on it, what would that be”
[10:21] j: Sara answers: a temperature
… but once I realized that Canada and the USA would look impressive even with my limited experience in them, I went ahead and did this anyway.
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Hello, Dear Reader.
If you’re not a regular, recent events lead me to believe you were drawn here due to a VTunnel reference. The aforementioned events would also lead me to think that you’re seeking some kind of way around a school proxy for the purposes of littering the internet with your myspace account.
From the spelling and wording of some of the shoutbox requests I’ve received, I offer the following advice to you who would seek to run an end-around on the educational system…
STOP IT. You can’t spell. You can barely form a coherent sentence. Instead of trying to cheat the education system so you can thank Weird Al for adding you (because you and Weird Al are soooooooo close), go find the nearest English teacher, slap him for not teaching you better, and then fall prostrate at his feet begging forgiveness and guidance in the ways of grammar and spelling.
Go. Now.