Unspeakable Rants

Why does my Deus Ex Machina have 'Mr. Coffee' on the front of it?

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Yet another video blog.

Supermarket Woes.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Another one!

Education, Driving, oh, it's all here, sweetheart.



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What I think about some important things.

In this video, I talk about my faith, my admiration of those who fight on my behalf, and how I spent some time in the trunk of a car. Riveting stuff, honest.


...and, as always, there's beer.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006

This time, I have something to say.

I think. Apologies to the non-sports fans.



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It was in the fridge. The fridge!

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Friday, October 13, 2006

Look! Ennui in video form!

Oh, what have I become.

Don't know how I feel about this.

So I've got a co-worker who is, for lack of a better word, a drunk. An alcoholic is someone who's admitted they have a problem. A drunk is someone who just gets drunk all the time and pretends they don't. I've blogged about her before. She just called in to get me to pass on a drunk message to another co-worker, and tell me that she wouldn't be in. I knew she wouldn't be in by the time she'd said three words - she was so boozy she could barely speak, let alone drive. I guess I just don't know how I feel about that.

Everyone who needs to know,(I.e. the higherups) has been told she's a drunk. THey've chosen to essentially ignore the problem and it's effects.

Everyone here despises her, which is sad, because we used to not despise her.

Nobody, and this includes me, is really doing anything to solve the problem. We don't know what to do - we've tried talking to her, taking her to AA, nothing works.

It's just hard to watch someone's life fall apart. If I'm to believe (as my faith dictates) that she is a child of God with an immortal soul, then how can I sleep at night knowing she's in such dire straits? Does this make me an uncaring jerk that I do sleep? Where do my life and hers overlap, and what don't I have to care about?

Ehh. My carton of the milk of human kindness is about to reach its 'best before' date.

Just so we're clear - The pictures are there because they look nice. I steal them, yes, steal, from a variety of sources - Farktography contests, Webshots, sometimes they're my own work. They're nice to look at. More than that I can't help you with. Blame Blogger for making pictures easy to post.

You can now subscribe using feedburner to my blog. I know you want to.

On to the rant.

My boss, after keeping me in a meeting yesterday for an hour and a half and then giving me another job to do on top of that this morning, just got after me for the thing I was 'supposed' to be working on already. Hello! This is an ordinary 'I'm -only-one-person' style complaint, but I'm using it in spades. Argh!

In other news, there's a german restaurant near where I live that serves spatzle (Spat-zell or Spats-lee depending on your preference) and quite frankly, tonight I'm a-gonna get a beer with friends. So let the rain fall and the wind blow. I know where I'm headed. Cheers!

Warning!

This video is all at once cute and creepy. Since a picture's worth a thousand words, I'll save you a bit of hassle.



Cheers!

Thursday, October 12, 2006

There he is.



That's me.

So here's the thing.


I've just come from a meeting. Boss, a couple of other higher-ups, and a couple of visiting muckety mucks to discuss a project. I'm involved because I'll be doing the programming on our end. Makes sense. Only, there's one problem.

I'm taking part in the meeting, I'm giving input, and I'm trying to listen. But all the while I'm thinking, 'You know, I really would like to build a great big remote-controlled plane one of these days.' And I'm designing the thing, in my head. And then I'm designing an aerial, to send & recieve signals to the plane. It's a bigass aerial, attached to a cluster of ordinary helium ballons, so that it's easy to deploy. And then there's a small rc vehicle, with a video feed, INSIDE the plane. I've decided to make something like a remote-controlled Hercules cargo plane, that can deploy other vehicles in flight. (Hey, why not) and then I'm thinking of how I could get the thing to deploy spy-cameras. And I'm designing a spy camera that sits inside a clear plastic ball (think a hamster ball) so that when it falls out of the plane, it always lands right-side up. I'm designing an aerial for the spy cam that deploys along with the parachute that pulls the cam out the back of the plane, allowing fairly location-specific deployment. If it's mounted inside a clear plastic globe, then panning in one direction is just turning one motor on or off, and spinning the cam inside the sphere. Then I'm trying to figure out if there's a way I can make the sphere itself move. (Hey, if a hamster can do it...) and how I could make it move and turn with only two on-and-off motors)

All while in a meeting.

Does this happen to everybody?



Wednesday, October 11, 2006

So.

This morning is better. Last evening was better. I've got to keep aware of two things, one, that sometimes people like to be asked for things, it can be just as simple as that. Two, that there's a lot to be said for being satisfied with one's routine.

Also, getting to work early helps my mood immensely. It also means that I can leave work earlier. It's clear to me now that the end of my work day, the afternoon, is when I really struggle with being happy about stuff, with focus, with contentment.

I also acknowledged that the project I'm working on is de-motivating because people already appraised the work I'd done, and said it wasn't good. They did this unfairly and I found out about it third-hand. So now I want to get rid of the whole thing. Alas. But I'm close to the finish, if I can just keep my focus.

Sometimes on days like this I want to say 'Screw programming, screw science, I want to go make pots, write bad poetry and eat bombay chicken salad.' Of course, the bad poetry and, to a lesser extent, the bombay chicken salad are still options. We'll see.

I have a confession to make. This morning I came up with a really neat/weird idea for a poem, but here's the thing. The poem will be a creative metaphor about how much I dislike my co-worker. It'll be clever, biting, and subtly vitriolic. The problem is I want to wait until my co-worker cheeses me off before I actually go and write it. So I'm sitting here in my cubicle, half hoping that my co-worker will come in and put me in a snit. I swear, I'm like my own mental saboteur today.

Vitriolic and saboteur? That's enough words for today.


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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Trying

Very trying indeed. Trying to add technorati tags to my entries.


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Try this again.

Just downloaded Flock, and it
seems to work. Nice. I think I could stick with this. Hopefully it will
be more reliable than deepest sender/firefox, and hopefully I can blog
more and work more with a system that makes me happy.


There.

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Fell off the wagon. Got Caught.

You know, I'm not going to go into it except to say that last week was a bad week on the web for me. I think this week will be better. I hope it will. I just wish I knew when the bad days were coming, so I could get ready for them.

Maybe it's a fact of life that the bad days are coming, and that I always have to be ready for them? Okay then. In that case, someone let me know when the good days are coming, and describe what they'll be like.

Because I need a veto. I need to be able to say 'this is good, this is not' before getting told that I'm presently enjoying a good day. Because a lot of these good days suck, and on so many good days, I have this undeniable urge to be bad. And I feel like no one understands that - which, of course, is why I have a blog.

*Sigh*. Now, I feel like a teenager.