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Jul. 6th, 2003 07:03 pmSaturday saw me working all-out on MIGS. My draft of the server is far from complete, it turns out; I didn't really know this until I got around to writing a little test-client that soared through its holes like weeeeeeeee and I said OK, fine and set to work. It's pretty fun. Looking forward to having the first MIGS Developer Conference in Waterville later this month, which will be sure to attract all two MIGS developers. Hope it's decently catered.
I ended up eating very poorly; these things happen now and again. Entire eatingness was a maple scone + coffee for breakfast, and a ham sandwich + soda before bed. This ill-advised menu mixed with the heat robbed me of all sleep potential, alas. I'm vaguely sleepy but the skies are a-blueing and I'm not much of a daytime napper, so we'll see what happens.
Times like these always remind me of the fantasies I had -- and continue to have, I suppose -- of doing away with, or at least minimizing, my need for sleep. I've since concluded that, with my current configuration, it just doesn't work for me: I need my average eight hours every day, and I can carry a deficit for only a little while before it comes crashing down, often with interest applied.
Yeah, OK. Why am I writing this? I think I wanted to write about something else but instead I talk to you about ham sandwiches because it's easier. Whatever, man. There may be things a-weighing on my heart, you see, but I rather lack the particular gumption for writing about my hopes and dreams and um uh frumjuous moonbeams in this thing at this juncture. For the time being, for now. And anyway: ham sandwiches, right?
So, yes, I walked around my neighborhood at 6 a.m. after reading on the Web that that's when Carberry's opens, only to have their door tell me that they open an hour late on Sundays. Burned! So I got a Dunkie's instead. Then had a Diesel's a little later, and got a lot of writing done, enough so that I passed the magic point in every tech-column where I start having fun with it, after which it practically writes itself (over a period of several days, mind). I haven't been at all tired or even headachy, which is strange. And welcome: hey, gift horses and all, yessir, yessir. Yes, my writing style may be a little manic today. Good. It's just the mood I needed to get into, I tells ya.
And I feel like it should be past midnight and here it is not even 7 p.m. yet! Ho! After all that writing I cleaned up my house, and did more Tivo tinkering (got the 30-second-skip hack working, and successfully made it start doing playback in stereo; yus). Now I'm going to go read a Greg Benford time travel novel. Good background material.
I ended up eating very poorly; these things happen now and again. Entire eatingness was a maple scone + coffee for breakfast, and a ham sandwich + soda before bed. This ill-advised menu mixed with the heat robbed me of all sleep potential, alas. I'm vaguely sleepy but the skies are a-blueing and I'm not much of a daytime napper, so we'll see what happens.
Times like these always remind me of the fantasies I had -- and continue to have, I suppose -- of doing away with, or at least minimizing, my need for sleep. I've since concluded that, with my current configuration, it just doesn't work for me: I need my average eight hours every day, and I can carry a deficit for only a little while before it comes crashing down, often with interest applied.
Yeah, OK. Why am I writing this? I think I wanted to write about something else but instead I talk to you about ham sandwiches because it's easier. Whatever, man. There may be things a-weighing on my heart, you see, but I rather lack the particular gumption for writing about my hopes and dreams and um uh frumjuous moonbeams in this thing at this juncture. For the time being, for now. And anyway: ham sandwiches, right?
So, yes, I walked around my neighborhood at 6 a.m. after reading on the Web that that's when Carberry's opens, only to have their door tell me that they open an hour late on Sundays. Burned! So I got a Dunkie's instead. Then had a Diesel's a little later, and got a lot of writing done, enough so that I passed the magic point in every tech-column where I start having fun with it, after which it practically writes itself (over a period of several days, mind). I haven't been at all tired or even headachy, which is strange. And welcome: hey, gift horses and all, yessir, yessir. Yes, my writing style may be a little manic today. Good. It's just the mood I needed to get into, I tells ya.
And I feel like it should be past midnight and here it is not even 7 p.m. yet! Ho! After all that writing I cleaned up my house, and did more Tivo tinkering (got the 30-second-skip hack working, and successfully made it start doing playback in stereo; yus). Now I'm going to go read a Greg Benford time travel novel. Good background material.