It wasn't foggy this morning. The sunrise was gorgeous.
It's a little on the warm side, but technically it's still August. Then again, it's still t-shirt weather. Shorts, if you're out during the day.
Sesame toast for breakfast? Fabulous.
Good strong cup of tea.
My cumulative GPA went up by 0.04 points. This never happens. Usually it starts high and slides downward, never to come back up again because of averages.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Breaking up is hard to do.
Quiz time! Identify the sunk costs.
1. The Seattle monorail.
2. My undergrad chemistry textbook.
3. My undergrad graphics textbook.
4. The development machine that is breaking down.
5. The development machine that isn't breaking down, but hasn't been logged into in a year.
1. The Seattle monorail.
2. My undergrad chemistry textbook.
3. My undergrad graphics textbook.
4. The development machine that is breaking down.
5. The development machine that isn't breaking down, but hasn't been logged into in a year.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Someday I may just tell them I'm in.
I've been playing a little game with the telemarketers over the last, oh, six months or so. As far as I can tell, they are all legit: they are from the credit card company, the cable company, or the phone company. There might be a couple politicians and a survey in there.
Anyway, the game is that I tell them I'm not home and ask to take a message. When I do this, the following happens:
1. They're generally pretty polite.
2. They don't try to sell me anything.
3. They don't tell me who they are or what company they represent.
4. They don't ask me when I'll be back.
Occasionally, they'll ask for Mr. koalabear100. He's unavailable too, for the unspoken reason that he's nonexistent.
Let me say this: I am all for globalization. I am all for giving everybody the opportunity to earn a few beans by being an annoying telemarketer.
Now let me discuss what I've noticed over the last six months:
1. The early callers had rather thick non-American accents. As time progressed, the accents became more Americanized.
2. The early callers were fairly curt. As time progressed, the callers became politer.
3. The early callers had a knack for calling when I was chewing a mouthful of dinner. Not before taking a bite, not after swallowing, but during the actual chewing. As time progressed, the calls came at slightly more opportune times of the day. (As if there were ever an opportune time to decline DSL from the same company from whom I cancelled my DSL service because it was too slow and flaky to be worth the beans.) They also started calling during the day.
That said, this morning beat it all. They called at 5:30 AM. I was sorely tempted to pick up and tell them I wasn't in. However, I was not motivated enough to crawl out of bed.
Anyway, the game is that I tell them I'm not home and ask to take a message. When I do this, the following happens:
1. They're generally pretty polite.
2. They don't try to sell me anything.
3. They don't tell me who they are or what company they represent.
4. They don't ask me when I'll be back.
Occasionally, they'll ask for Mr. koalabear100. He's unavailable too, for the unspoken reason that he's nonexistent.
Let me say this: I am all for globalization. I am all for giving everybody the opportunity to earn a few beans by being an annoying telemarketer.
Now let me discuss what I've noticed over the last six months:
1. The early callers had rather thick non-American accents. As time progressed, the accents became more Americanized.
2. The early callers were fairly curt. As time progressed, the callers became politer.
3. The early callers had a knack for calling when I was chewing a mouthful of dinner. Not before taking a bite, not after swallowing, but during the actual chewing. As time progressed, the calls came at slightly more opportune times of the day. (As if there were ever an opportune time to decline DSL from the same company from whom I cancelled my DSL service because it was too slow and flaky to be worth the beans.) They also started calling during the day.
That said, this morning beat it all. They called at 5:30 AM. I was sorely tempted to pick up and tell them I wasn't in. However, I was not motivated enough to crawl out of bed.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
More things I wish I were better at.
1. Multitasking during cooking. Specifically, being able to keep track of multiple pots on the same stove while measuring other ingredients.
(The caramel was almost a disaster as a result.)
(The caramel was almost a disaster as a result.)
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Things I wish I was better at.
1. Programming. Linux tools.
2. Cocktail party chatter. Conference chatter.
3. Speed reading.
4. Not sleeping.
5. Not snapping at folks when sleep-deprived.
6. Foreign languages.
7. Not spacing out during meetings.
8. Driving.
2. Cocktail party chatter. Conference chatter.
3. Speed reading.
4. Not sleeping.
5. Not snapping at folks when sleep-deprived.
6. Foreign languages.
7. Not spacing out during meetings.
8. Driving.
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