Hello, nosey people!

In the process of updating my résumé, I realized that in this increasingly Facebook-social-networking time, people might very well take the presence of a personal domain in the email address of an applicant as an invitation to look at their life.

Go ahead. Feel free. I mostly write about my cats, it seems, and I haven’t had a chance to update in over a year.

For the record, my cat is awesome. I’ll take a 5% pay cut in exchange for being able to bring him to work with me each day (not really).

(I’ve also managed to accidentally trash my theme while trying to update my WordPress installation… but really, you shouldn’t be thinking about hiring me to do visual design, anyway. You should hire Albert Lee of Yellow Devil Designs.)

Random Notes From a Random Day

  • Passing a bus on a highway is easy. Trying to pass a bus before you get to a particular exit can be more challenging.
  • The vending machine supply company has caught on. We now have two full rows of chocolate-frosted Hostess Donettes in our vending machine. The one half-row sold out every week.
  • The generic burn-aid cream in the first-aid kit in the kitchenette smells funny.
  • The largest sterile gauze pad in the first-aid kit in the kitchenette is just about the right size for the burn on my left forearm.
  • Running a 5k after only two weeks of physical therapy requires me to make an increase in the quantity of ice packs we own.
  • Watching Doctor Who lends me a weak British accent at random points throughout the day.
  • I have two lunch meetings tomorrow. I’m going to eat at the first one (with a friend), and perhaps snack at the one featuring my new boss.
  • Mandrina shaved four minutes off her 5k time in her first race on Saturday. I added four minutes to the time from my last race. The universe likes balance.
  • The single-serve “iCup” vending machine in the kitchenette provided a hot-cocoa tease today. It cycled, and then… nothing. I used the other iCup machine, and got my cup of coffee.
  • I have a lot of work to do this week.
  • I have now almost set up a photogallery so I can upload any of the oodles of pictures I’ve taken over the last five years.

A meme? What is this world coming to!

Several “days” ago Fiercekitty decided I had signed up to join in on some memeness. I didn’t particularly care at the time — I just wanted to know why she was so down on fudge! However, now that there is a meme I’m somewhat fascinated by, I have no choice but to respond to this one first, because FierceKitty is mean. Or a stickler for details, one or the other.

So! A meme!
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Of Rice and Men

Six and a half years ago, I made a few brief trips before moving across the country. One of my trips was to visit a good friend of mine from high school, let’s call him Al.

“Al” was (and is) one of the best graphic designers I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with – made more impressive by the fact that he’s color blind. I saw him almost every day for four years… and then we went to different colleges.

It was great to have the opportunity to see him; it was only a short visit, but was still nice to see him. Unfortunately, his lovely girlfriend was out of town, but that just meant we could have some quality time together.

This entry is not about Al.

Al had something I never had in college – cable. He left the TV on when sleeping, which I thought a bit odd, but now my wife does the same thing. However, I wasn’t quite ready to sleep when he was, so I was up watching late night television when he had already gone to bed – and I didn’t have the remote.

I have never forgotten one of the infomercials. “The Great Wok of China” – true, exact name. Now, I’m not the best customer for advertising. I don’t tend to remember commercials. I took a survey on Hulu last week that asked me about the commercials I had just watched. I told them there were no commercials for Chevron (which I buy whenever I’m paying full price for gas). Ten questions later, I remembered that EVERY commercial I had seen that day were for Chevron. My ReplayTV is one of the few models with commercial autodetection. It doesn’t hurt that my memory sucks.

I had no interest in buying the Great Wok of China. I still have no interest in buying the Great Wok of China. I wasn’t even interested in the Okay Wok of China. Matter of fact, at the time when our story takes place, I didn’t have a wok – or even a kitchen.

But for years I remembered one segment of the infomercial: how to make fried rice. It wasn’t as good as Chef Chang’s House Fried Rice, but… how on earth would I have learned otherwise?

I realized this afternoon that I no longer remember the recipe, aside from starting with refrigerated white rice.

However, I still remember The Great Wok of China.

Everyone makes mistakes

I had a problem with a piece of code last night. An apparent infinite loop without apparent cause. Because I’m working on in-development tools, though, I couldn’t even go to disassembly.

I sat and stared this morning at the offending code, knowing I must be missing something.

I finally went down the hall to grab Nathan (I like Nathan. He’s bright and hard working, and he laughs at my jokes. Good man.). He isn’t as experienced with C++ as I am, but my experience wasn’t helping me. Besides, it was a problem with a bloody for-loop.

Nathan sat down, complained about what I named the function, and then point out the error. Less than two minutes.

Can you see the error?

for (GenericParam* Param = StartOfListOfParams; Param; Param->GetNext())

I feel a little dumb, but vindicated for my position on code reviews, especially for my own code.

Edit 08/11/07 11:28am: Added a space.

Did I mention I have a hat?

Mandrina thinks my respond to the hat is funny. I’ve sent her text messages in the recent past about it.

Rewind a bit: Mandrina and I were invited to join another couple on a trip to Leavenworth for Oktoberfest. I got a little drunk, got a little hung over, but Mandrina laughed at me. The day we were leaving, we stopped into what I refer to as “the sword store,” because, as you might guess, they sell swords. They also sell slippers, and dusters, and other jackets. They also sell hats.

Now, my hat isn’t as nice as the ones some of my friends sport, but I like it. It’s crushable, it (mostly) fits me — it serves as a reminder to keep my hair neat. It’s waterproof, and I like to wear it. Not all the time, mind you, because I don’t know if buses could as “indoors” or “outdoors” with regards to never wearing a hat inside.

However, today Mandrina has gone to see a fellow STP cast member’s new indy film. I worked late, and left with more work left to do. When I left the office, however, it was nearly a downpour, which is unusual in Seattle. Fortunately, HAT!

Why fortunately? Because I like being able to see! I walked to the bus stop with my hat on, and could see the entire time. I got on the bus; my pant legs were wet from swinging under drops while walking; my shoes were wet; my jacket was wet; my hat was wet.

My glasses, however, were nice and dry.

I like my hat. I’d take a picture of the hat, but I’m currently on my bus, and I think everyone would look at me strangely.