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Home Away from Home / Office Away from Office
Apr 5th
As I’ve been mentally calculating the drastic unbalance between hours in a day and hours of work that need to get done by a certain point in time, it’s glaringly apparent that it’s not all going to get done during office hours. In reality, it probably isn’t all going to get done during waking hours.
This means that I need to find myself an office away from the office. The real office is just too far of a drive – and too quiet, if there was such a thing, and working at home is far too distracting with all my little toys and whatnot. No, what I need is a chair, a table, some ambient noise, preferably coffee, and a subtle distraction every now and again.
My ex-go-to-places have started to get overrun by…outsiders. White Windmill, Maum as a desperate second, even Library Coffee despite them having all of 4 outlets for the entire place.
What I need is a new hidden gem. Somewhere where I can hide that no one else really knows about. Somewhere like White Windmill a year or two ago.
Anyone want to share their secret place with me?
Or do I really need to go open one up for myself?
I Heart NY Bagels
Mar 26th
Here are some common words I have been using to describe my imported New York bagel breakfasts these past few mornings:
- bagelicious
- bageltastic
- bagemazing
- inbagelable
- the bagel-diggity
- round and toasty
a declaration of war against internet explorer 6.
Mar 16th
Representing fellow web developers and web surfers alike:
We hereby declare war on Microsoft Internet Explorer 6, also known as “IE6″. Our people have been suppressed under your tyrannical rule for the previous 8 years, and still many of our more ignorant and incompetent brothers are deceived by your aging technology. It is our determination that we can no longer withstand your oppressive hold on our people, forcing our developers to tirelessly accommodate for your lack of adherence to even the most basic of CSS2 standards.
Your crimes will not go unforgiven, plaguing us with diseases such as the double margin bug and your inability to handle multiple CSS classes. While your successors have marginally improved on your shortfalls, you and your governing power, Microsoft, have been unwilling to relinquish your market share grasp by ignoring the repeated requests to replace you through a required upgrade via Windows Update.
Such crimes against humanity will not go unpunished, and it is far more than a guarantee that once we, as a collective whole, have achieved independence from * html { }, you will be cast judgment by a consortium of your peers (Mozilla, Safari, Google) to an undetermined fate worse than uninstall.
Any terms of your surrender are dependent on the validity of your successors. Though our intentions are strong and our determination stronger, we inevitably harbor mentally incompetent users who are still brainwashed by your default installation schemes and continue to pine after your family of products. However, there will be no negotiation – your surrender must be absolute. You must relinquish all market share.
Our faith is in proper object model rendering and the Acid3 test. Our victory is thereby inevitable.
Signed on this 16th day of March in the year 2009,
Every person who has ever opened a web page in a web browser
repetition.
Feb 27th
There’s this guy I know.
He likes to come talk to me when he sees me. It doesn’t matter if I’m running out the door or in mid-sentence with someone else, he’ll just start talking.
I can tolerate that. I’ll attribute it to a lifetime of social ineptitude. I can’t expect everyone to develop social skills at a realistic rate. That point, I’ve conceded.
But it’s the same conversation over and over again. Not merely the same topic, but it’s literally like dejavu each and every time. Here’s what happens:
Him: “Hey man, how are you doing? What are you up to?”
Me: “Not much, same ol’ same ol’.”
Him: “Alright. Cool, man. Are you in school or something?”
Me: “Nope, I’m working.”
Him: “Oh, for [a guy's name he gets wrong every time]?”
Me: “Nope, I don’t work for him. I work at an IT firm.”
Him: “That’s cool. What do you do there?”
Me: “I develop software applications.”
Him: [confused look] “Okay. It’s like we never get to talk, man, I feel like I don’t really get a chance to know you.”
Me: “Uh, I have to go.”
Now, this conversation wouldn’t be so bad if it’s like the first time he’s really talked to me or something. But this conversation has repeated itself (almost word for word) no less than 5 times already. I’m thinking, man, if you really cared, you would remember who I am and what I do. But obviously you don’t.
I should really just start making different stuff up each time.
“Oh, I’m a professional chair stacker. I engineer the most efficient ways to stack chairs.”