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Spent another antisocial weekend due to the la-la-la. Not wholly antisocial; Cthulhia and I had a nice brunch at Johnny D's Sunday, and caught each other up on stuff. But I did miss a Halloween party or two, and didn't accompany M yesterday to help a colleague of hers make a film for class, even though I was invited to be the crazy professor who predicts the end of the world to everyone's scorn. It could have been my big break! Waah! Oh well. I am hoping that this will be the last weekend away from my life. No kidding. (I'm pretty sure I have not said that yet, about previous weekends.) The checklist of to-dos is pretty short, and at least some of it is delegatable to my esteemed editor and maybe-coauthor.
I find it interesting on a meta-level that I am avoiding blatting out all my thoughts about book in the fear that my sales would be hurt if I have voice to all my worries -- the sorts of worries I would have no matter how good or bad the book-development process went, I'm sure. But still.
Dear pool players at the diesel: Please avoid making overhead chops with your pool cues to amuse your friends, because you more often then not strike the aluminum hanging lamps, and this makes a loud noise. I see you when you do this, and your look of surprised embarrassment as you try to steady the swinging lamp seems genuine. So, yeah. Just think about these things. That's all.
Speaking of which, the Halloween decorations at the diesel are great, and if you're a local you should come see them. The booth I'm at now has a Freddy Kreuger candle, a Zombie: El crepusculo de los muertos vivientes postcard on a little stand (which has skulls and bats on it), and orange lightbulbs twined around the power outlet's cabling. The aforementioned pool table lamps have little skeletons and spiders hanging from them. The whole place is done up all crazy, I tells ya.
Programmers who answer their email quickly rock. Since I started at the ICCB, whenever I had a question to pose to a specific person in the Perl community, even relative luminaries like Gisle Aas (maintainer of the LWP modules, which provides a Perl API to the Web), the person has without exception shot back a reply within hours.
On Saturday I had a question for Chris Nandor about his Apple Event modules, to help me finish a sidebar for book, and he zipped a full status report back to me. Son of a gun, says I. It's true that my "this is for a book" might encouraged him to reply quickly (goodness knows it's worked on me by other authors), but my other emails are work-related, and unless they're impressed by the high-falutin' .signature I use there (snark) the programmers in question act out of pure capital-H Hubris, the good & virtuous kind.
I need to take a lesson from this, me of the overflowing Inbox. Soon, soon, my pet.
I find it interesting on a meta-level that I am avoiding blatting out all my thoughts about book in the fear that my sales would be hurt if I have voice to all my worries -- the sorts of worries I would have no matter how good or bad the book-development process went, I'm sure. But still.
Dear pool players at the diesel: Please avoid making overhead chops with your pool cues to amuse your friends, because you more often then not strike the aluminum hanging lamps, and this makes a loud noise. I see you when you do this, and your look of surprised embarrassment as you try to steady the swinging lamp seems genuine. So, yeah. Just think about these things. That's all.
Speaking of which, the Halloween decorations at the diesel are great, and if you're a local you should come see them. The booth I'm at now has a Freddy Kreuger candle, a Zombie: El crepusculo de los muertos vivientes postcard on a little stand (which has skulls and bats on it), and orange lightbulbs twined around the power outlet's cabling. The aforementioned pool table lamps have little skeletons and spiders hanging from them. The whole place is done up all crazy, I tells ya.
Programmers who answer their email quickly rock. Since I started at the ICCB, whenever I had a question to pose to a specific person in the Perl community, even relative luminaries like Gisle Aas (maintainer of the LWP modules, which provides a Perl API to the Web), the person has without exception shot back a reply within hours.
On Saturday I had a question for Chris Nandor about his Apple Event modules, to help me finish a sidebar for book, and he zipped a full status report back to me. Son of a gun, says I. It's true that my "this is for a book" might encouraged him to reply quickly (goodness knows it's worked on me by other authors), but my other emails are work-related, and unless they're impressed by the high-falutin' .signature I use there (snark) the programmers in question act out of pure capital-H Hubris, the good & virtuous kind.
I need to take a lesson from this, me of the overflowing Inbox. Soon, soon, my pet.