It's weird inside here.

So last night I dreamed that I took wifezilla out for a date night.  We hit the town and did all kinds of stuff, and it was really fun.  Strangely, though, we kept running into my friend Mike from work everywhere we went.

Toward the end of the evening, we stopped in at a bar so wifezilla could get a coke, and there was Mike tending bar.  He got mad and told us to stop following him.

I apologized, and told him it wasn't my fault.

He responded, "Well, it's your dream, it sure as hell isn't my fault."  O_o

Too much? I can never tell.

NOQ: *slides down your chimney*
NOQ: *stuffs your stockings*

TACO: Hooray!

NOQ: *runs out before you blow the rape whistle*

TACO: Jingle my bells!
TACO: Deck my halls!

NOQ: I will do so..gently.

TACO: Gimme a white Christmas!

NOQ: *blows white christmas all over your face*

TACO: Oh my
TACO: You seem to have come upon a midnight clear.

NOQ: I Totally did.

One step closer to my goal of making this a meme.

COWORKER: I hate when open source developers make you check out their shit from the repository and build it. Just make it available.

TACO: I'm firmly convinced that OSS developers are of the opinion that if it was hard to write, it should be hard to use.

COWORKER: Yeah.

TACO: Whatcha trying to get?

COWORKER: A mocking framework called Mockolate. Pain in my ass.

TACO: So, would you characterize the difficulty they impose on their users as a "mock block?"

COWORKER: I hate you, Larry.

Jazz Hands!

WIFEZILLA: Guys' bodies are so weird.

TACO: It's a biological inevitability.

WIFEZILLA: Still weird.

TACO: It's not my fault. You go into REM sleep, you get a raging boner. Fact of life.

WIFEZILLA: Still weird.

TACO: You should be happy. You pounce me in the middle of the night, most of the work's already done for you.

WIFEZILLA: Still weird.

TACO: Okay, I have to admit... I'd be kinda freaked out of women... you know...

TACO: [jazz hands around his junk]

TACO: [hisses]

TACO: ... like that dinosaur on Jurassic Park.

WIFEZILLA: *chokes* Okay, that was pretty good. Please don't ever do it again.

Problem Solver.

KIDZOOKIE: Will you help me learn to be a detective so I can be one when I grow up?

TACO: Sure. Next time I take a crap, you can practice by trying to detect what I had for lunch.

KIDZOOKIE: Okay, first? You're disgusting.

The Brokeback Opry

I want to write a gay country and western ballad called "You Made My Brown Eye Blue."

Nearsighted? Get some hindsight.

fett mentioned reading through my old posts today. That intrigued me, so I went back to my very first blog post and worked my way forward.

It was an interesting read, largely, I think, because enough time has passed that I'd completely forgotten the majority of them. So I had no emotional ties to them, and being thus completely detached from them, I reacted more honestly than my usual immediate self-loathing.

I read the kids a lot of the ones that are about them, and we laughed.

Then I got to the ones from about a year ago, when I found my new job, handed in my notice, and then finally started the new job.

I've been frustrated with it lately, because we're introducing a lot of new development practices and such, and it's a tough row to hoe. Getting people to ditch failing dev processes and get on board with things that are more work (but actually, you know, work) is hard... uh... work. And maddening at times.

But rereading those old posts reminded me: I fucking love my new job.

Thanks, fett. Your intervention was timely.