blrgh

Jul. 23rd, 2008 07:59 pm
prog: (Default)
Going slightly crazy. It is in my interest to have deliverables delivered by tomorrow night. It's possible if I work straight through, but it'll be tough, and so much else is weighing on me, mostly move-related. I haven't packed much beyond that first push on Sunday. I don't want to deal with the parking office to get some stupid signs, but I must. Maybe I'll push it to Friday.

Two more apt-lookers today. I couldn't escape the later of them due to the rain, and did a better job grinning and bearing their inevitable interview (while typing obscene invectives about my visitors via IM to [livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie). Every single person, without fail, wants to know to utility costs. I tell them in all honesty that I do not now. I even looked it up in Quicken, and I still can't figure it out, since I paid them in irregular lumps this past winter, and not always in full.

I must have hosted, gosh, twenty-five of these unwanted visits over the J-months. Perhaps more. I feel I deserve commendation for only now starting to wish I could kill them with my mind, as opposed to a month ago.

To help calm down, I ordered a delicious fishy-fish dinner from Redbones, and paid well over $20 (incl tip). It was around five bucks more than the total based on the delivery menu on my fridge, which can't be more than a year or two old. The food, she has gotten expensive.

Drinking cold beer and taking long breaths now.
prog: (Volity)
[livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie volunteered to help clean up my tags, found the LJ page that lets you mass-delete them after sorting by usage, and (with my blessing) nuked all tags I've used only once. This cleared up well over half of my alloted 1,000 tag-slots. So, my new posts have tags again. Aren't you pleased.

• I have a copy of the volity.net webclient alpha mostly running on Brie, my creamy white MacBook. This is very important, not just because Brie's become my primary all-sorts work machine, but because I left volity.net's codebase in a sad state when I last touched it, way out of synch with Subversion. No more of that.

The webclient daemon's regression tests all pass again, as of this evening, and I'm raring to write more tests. Recent work for clients saw me learning to really learn to rock Test::WWW::Mechanize and I am honestly looking forward to writing a mechanized agent that will try to play Tic-Tac-Toe games over the web and report back to me. (I may need to write and install a deterministic TTT bot to complement it.)

I have a goal to launch the damn alpha by April 1, and feel it's entirely realistic. I'll miss it only if I get too distracted by pay-money-work, which isn't impossible, but even in that case I'm gonna get a lot of good work done.

• My consulting business's brand-identity work is down to negotiating business card design, which is just a peewee version of the website's design. I am nearly there! I will be so happy when I can finally announce the business's name and identity loud n proud, though I haven't been exactly keeping it a secret in the meantime. (Have begun renegotiating my open contracts to point at the company, rather than at me personally.)

• Idled in the The Burren with [livejournal.com profile] taskboy3000 this evening to discuss the format of upcoming Gameshelf shoots, the likes of which you have never seen before, at least not on this particular show. Mailed our director about it. He seems really energized about our trying new things, and quite into playing his role through all of it. We are lucky to have him on-board.

Is there a word for when a baby decides that a certain person in a certain setting is a fascinating source of visual data, and so stares and stares? Mr. T. Boy had one of these attached to him tonight, from the next table over. Very amusing.
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My stomachaches are back. The reason is simple; I stopped paying attention to what I was guzzling.

Yesterday was just terrible, and I had to chomp down lots of Pepto. Today it's down to a dull ache, without medicine. Tomorrow it'll be gone, unless I get stupid about what I drink today. If I understand correctly, what goes on here is that one's digestive system goes from its usual acerbic roiling into a gentle simmer when one is asleep, and regenerative processes take advantage of this by repairing the stomach lining from the day's abuses.

Before I knew what was going on, back when whether I had a "good" or "bad" stomach day seemed like a crapshoot, it was basically a question of whether my tum had managed to reinforce itself sufficiently the previous night. If it had caught up, I'd have a good day. If it didn't quite make it, I'd be in pain until my next long sleep. Quite simple, really.

Now that I have a clue, I will just have to pay some attention to what I drink and it will be OK. I don't think I will have to give up anything, except for the "pleasure" of having three coffees, two beers and a coke on one day just because I want something to do with my hands or whatever. If I limit my drinking of this stuff to when I actually want it I will be fine.
prog: (King of All Cosmos)
Back home. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] xach and [livejournal.com profile] jaq (har har sounds like a chewy candy product) for suggestions of stuff to do in Portland. We did indeed eat at the Sebago brewpub, and tromped around the enormous cemetery. The weather was fine. Pictures later, maybe, as well as the Central Maine report.

The Shipyard brewery tour was fun. Being in the middle of the day on a weekday our tour group was us, an elderly couple, some random beerfan dood and two teenage boys with lacrosse sticks. First we all watched a movie about the brewery's origins and its various ales (and they are all ales, specifically), and then a guide led us around to gawp at fermentation vats and bottling machinery. Took maybe 15 minutes, and then there was some beer sampling. (The lacrosse kids were invited to instead sample some of the soda pop they brew there, and they did.)

I got to look all smart in front of this handful of strangers by answering the tour guide's pop quiz about why India Pale Ale is so called. Then the guide followed us into the gift shop and started reading aloud all the jokey T-shirts to us, in case we had missed them, which seemed a little odd. He cheered and went away when [livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie announced our intention to buy a case of beer. We ended up with three, of all kinds of beverage. Good times!
prog: (khan)
And now I am going to go drink until I can say "Microsoft Windows Internet Explorer" without shouting FUCKING in between each word.
prog: (Default)
This snuck up on me. It's near North Station this time, 6 to 10, and they're promising a better venue, and a free beer.

I'm of two minds about it right now... my main motivator is just to passively troll for follow-up conversations from my May talk, and just staying reasonably plugged in to the local scene. But I don't have any active agenda.

Here's the speaker list. Any of y'all interested in going?

Edit: I am now planning on attending.
prog: (Default)
I am having a good day.

In the wee hours this morning I played two games of Tic Tac Toe against a bot with the Volity web client. The application is not in a state where anyone other than me can use it, but we have nonetheless acheived target depth. It's all lateral digging from here. I IMed [livejournal.com profile] radiotelescope around 1a.m. to share the moment. He said "WTF, mid-August?" and told me to go see a movie.

I've suffered discomfort from zits growing deep in my left ear over the past couple of days, and they burst while I was showering this morning. It was briefly horrible, but after spending a while mucking the ear out with Q-tips I felt my old self again. If it weren't for [livejournal.com profile] classicaljunkie I probably wouldn't have had any Q-tips on hand. Truly, this is what love is all about. (Actually now that I think back I originally bought the Q-tips to clean my keyboard. Wev.)

Walked to Kendall to squirrel the spoils of my July contracting work into the one ATM in town that accepts deposits for NetBank. Buoyant and listening to favorite podcasts, I thought upon Zarf's advice and looked at the movie theater, but they had no noon shows, so instead treated myself to lunch & beer at the CBC. I think I ticked off the server when I changed my mind about outdoor seating and asked to go inside instead; though the restaurant had few people in it he sat me next to a couple of grumpy people talking business, ignoring their cranky protests about why I had to sit there. I listened to my iPod and enjoyed my meal anyway, and said hello to [livejournal.com profile] modpixie on my way home.

Now it's pouring out even though I was walking through the sunshine. Who knows!
prog: (Volity)
For Volity, it was a win. The audience was quite large (given the venue of a pub's second-floor function room) and I'm pretty sure I succeeded in keeping its attention for the whole four-and-some minutes of my talk. There was much enthusiastic cheering, and I got some nice compliments about it, chatting with lots of folks afterward. These included total strangers, friends of friends, and two people from O'Reilly I hadn't seen in several years.

The major take-away was an invitation from the director of the O'Reilly Network to help create an article about Volity. I am not sure if he's thinking more an interview or a technical article, but I emailed him a little while ago saying I'm willing to do anything up to and including writing the whole article myself, noting that I wrote several articles for ORN before I started Volity in 2003 (and when it had a different director). Dunno what their editorial policy is on technology inventors writing about their own stuff. We'll see.

I credit the Ignite organizers for posting video from previous events on blip.tv. I watched several before I started putting together our bit on Tuesday. I applied my observation that, with only five minutes to work with, big grabby visuals worked much better on slides than lots of text bullets. The result was a fine success and I really gotta post a version online for y'all to see. Bug me about it if I don't!

Unfortunately, the venue for this event wasn't so hot. The room was a long and somewhat skinny rectangle with the stage at one end and the bar at the other. It quickly fell into a use-pattern where people who wanted to watch the presentations sat or stood in the stage half, while people who didn't really care hung out in the bar half, talking in the shouty voice one uses in a crowded pub.

Sadly, sound travels. One of the organizers repeatedly took the mic between presentations to ask for quiet from the back, which worked for about 2.5 minutes each time. And it got worse as the evening wore on; a colleague and I agreed that we were fortunate to have our talks scheduled among the earlier block.

Also the assembled geeks apparently failed to drink enough, since the same organizer asked people to enjoy another drink if they were thinking of it, since if they didnt O'Reilly would be stuck with a your-event's-attendees-didn't-cover-our-costs bill. I had three pints all told, which was about two and a half too many given my medication. But, you know: business. It's a write-off.

Oh, also the keynote was actually kind of interesting content-wise but the guy stumbled weirdly a couple of times. He was met with grumbling at a throw-away comment that the number of women in the audience was in the single digits - a strange thing to say since this was visibly untrue to anyone there. Then he responded to this grumbling by making a sarcastic jab at "feminists". WTF? It got things started on odd footing. Fortunately, most of my fellow lightning-talkers were smoother. (And if some weren't, they were yanked off after five minutes anyway...)
prog: (The Rev. Sir Dr. George King)
Was prescribed Prilosec for my tummy troubles. (Actually a generic alternative, but because I lack Rx coverage, the druggist offered to sell me the name-brand stuff for half the price. Odd to me, but OK, since the doc had mentioned that the two were the same.) I am to take it for a month while not drinking anything that is brown, to use a Larry Wallism. This will let my abused stomach lining toughen up a bit. I will then cease the dosing and go back on the brown stuff, but mindfully.

I think I broadcast a distressed expression at this news, for he then explicitly allowed me one "regular-sized" coffee every day, and an occasional beer. "Thank god," sez I. I also must take a break from shoveling down the vindaloo, though. Sad for me.

Had a full physical, and while I have to come back for blood and eye testing, all else is well. Got a tetanus shot. Whee.
prog: (Volity)
My proposal for a five-to-ten-minute beer-soaked talk on Volity at Ignite Boston just got greenlit. Once again, that's at Tommy Doyle's pub in Harvard Square (not the one in Kendall Square!) on the evening of the 31st.

The whole event goes from 6 until 10, and I hear tell that the full presentation schedule will appear on its blog by this Friday.

Bloop

Sep. 21st, 2006 03:01 pm
prog: (galaxians)
My TV is sane again. Apparently the cable box just went bonkers; swapping it out fixed everything. My channel 2 thought that it was the Discovery channel this morning. So even the fake lineup I was getting shuffled itself around more or less daily. What the.



The thing last night was OK. I got to see Guitar Hero II (which looks very nice; y'all who are waiting for this game will be quite happy with it) and met up with Lee from the show and a couple of his friends. Didn't do any networking of note, for I did not want to. I woulda stayed longer if the Harmonix people there were going to say something, but nobody said nuttin an hour into it so I left once I was done with my beer.



I am getting hit harder with spam of various kinds lately. I have a record amount in Gmail (though not quite enough for another Grim Milestone yet), and my cell phone is getting daily called by a prerecorded Spanish-language message. I've also picked up two junk livejournal friends-ofs in the last few weeks. Well, one seems to be completely automated, and the other appears to be an actual person who enjoys mass-friending the LJ database occasionally.
prog: (blair_witch)
The labels on all six bottles of IPA are upside-down.
prog: (tom)
Starting to network. Wrote several people I've long been meaning to write, today, announcing new thing and explicitly asking advice. Am hopeful. More to do.

Revisted Paul Graham's website for the first time since spring. He's written more, and I note that his new Cambridge angel group is planning to burp out some more seed-fund packets this fall, so I'll be keeping an eye on that. Would definitely re-apply; his rejection letter invited it, and we're gained a lot of self-definition as a company since then.

Unfortunately, his more recent writing, and the text on the group's website, makes him sound even even more overtly age-discriminatory than he was in the spring. He's clearly a big fan of startups helmed by 24-year-olds, and specifically says that he's excited to help companies launched by bold college kids. It makes me kind of frustrated, since it didn't occur to me that I could do this until I was 30, after bouncing around full-time employment-land for eight years, thinking it was the only option. (Once again proving that I am socially retarded by about five years. I keep thinking that I've run out of ways for this to manifest itself, and it keeps surprising me.)

I have decided now that I just can't be happy working for someone else. So having an influential person imply "bzzt, too late" is not encouraging. Is *frumple*. (I don't think he means to imply this; I'm still seven years from the dream on, gramps age he sets in his "How to Start a Startup" essay. But whatever.)



Rereading his (actually very encouraging despite all my complaining) essay, I come to a passage were he describes the fact you'll have to work like an animal to push your startup ahead (fine by me), and that when he did his, he had nearly no free time for anything else. This worries me a little, mostly where the TV show is concerned -- it makes me so happy and I don't want to give it up. I don't think I spend that much time on it, in the big picture, and I assume I'll be able to edit faster as I learn more about the process. We'll see, we'll see.

I wish there were beer in the house. All the beer for sale is just far enough away to be inconvenient, now that I'm carless. However, I'll state that this is about the extent of the pain that being carless for months now is causing, so that's pretty good.

Beer is a good mental lubricant for film editing. Better than coffee, I think.

I've just reserved a zipcar to go fetch some beer for me. Go. If only.

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Jan. 17th, 2004 12:25 am
prog: (camera)

Nerdiest beer ever. Going home to bed soon.

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