Note to self

The night before the morning of your important business meeting, make sure you know where your Zipcard is.

Now I have a torn-up apartment and will soon be hundreds if not thousands of dollars poorer from the taxi I'll have to use.

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Got to the meeting and back. Misplacing the card was an $80 mistake, all told. Hoping there isn't a zillion-dollar card replacement fee from Zipcar. Going to perform a proper cleanup and maybe I'll find my card but I'm doubtful. In this morning's ransack I collected a fist-sized chunk of cards that are not my Zipcard.

Meeting was OK. This guy knows games, and it was good to be able to cut to the chase, receive specific (and unexpected) encouragement of where our ideas are cool, and specific criticism of where we're going to have to prove 'em wrong.

Got skewered on one particular question I had no answer to, which completely disarmed one of my arguments. Homework for me. But no checks written today, alas. However, I was instructed to call back when we're beta. This is an order of magnitude better than DCUWCY[1], so: good.

If I was ever less than sure that we should be entirely focused on getting to beta ASAP, funding be damned, I am completely sure now.

[1] I haven't seen this before but I declare it to be useful and that its proper pronunciation is "doo-koo-WIH-kee".

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Side effect of being clean-shaven: When I sneeze, if I cover my face with both hands, it produces a loud farting noise.

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Also I have been making myself laugh by thinking of Candamir as The Unix Sysadmins of Catan because just look at them.