Hey, where's Paul Burns?
Ok, so once again I need a quick Paul fix. It only happens every year or so (either a little Paul goes a long way, or you have to go a long way to get even a little Paul, I'm not telling which). If anyone who reads this knows his LJ name, e-mail or phone, gimme. Rog and Silver, I'm coming after you, too.
In more general news, I'm looking for work again, project manager stuff. Although I did just finally apply again at Cyc, the project I originally moved to Austin for, 10 years ago. Computational ling if they've got the space, regular Cyclist if they don't. It will be an interesting interview process, even if that's as far as I get. Wish me luck though, it would be a very cool thing if it happens.
And in a couple weeks I'm off to Breyerfest, the annual model-horse convention in Lexington, KY. I get unending amounts of shit for this event every year (My mother to my sister: "Yeah, um, Kate's really in touch with her inner 14-year-old"). Hell yeah I am, except she's got money and a car now, so get the fuck out da way!
I'm coming up on the second anniversary of my dad's death. I just passed the second anniversary of my marriage. Yup, life does have a way of going on. Funny to think when I die the world will take equally little notice. There will be grief, but even that's a part of the life process I'm no longer involved in. And some day all those folks will die too, without the slightest hiccup (hi-cough, stupidest spelling in our language) in the world's progress.
Oops, sorry, got a little maudlin, and far worse, unoriginal there. Never mind, I'm gonna go polish up my pretty plastic horsies. That's right, and if you got a problem with that, you just come and see me. I was a BITCH at 14.
In more general news, I'm looking for work again, project manager stuff. Although I did just finally apply again at Cyc, the project I originally moved to Austin for, 10 years ago. Computational ling if they've got the space, regular Cyclist if they don't. It will be an interesting interview process, even if that's as far as I get. Wish me luck though, it would be a very cool thing if it happens.
And in a couple weeks I'm off to Breyerfest, the annual model-horse convention in Lexington, KY. I get unending amounts of shit for this event every year (My mother to my sister: "Yeah, um, Kate's really in touch with her inner 14-year-old"). Hell yeah I am, except she's got money and a car now, so get the fuck out da way!
I'm coming up on the second anniversary of my dad's death. I just passed the second anniversary of my marriage. Yup, life does have a way of going on. Funny to think when I die the world will take equally little notice. There will be grief, but even that's a part of the life process I'm no longer involved in. And some day all those folks will die too, without the slightest hiccup (hi-cough, stupidest spelling in our language) in the world's progress.
Oops, sorry, got a little maudlin, and far worse, unoriginal there. Never mind, I'm gonna go polish up my pretty plastic horsies. That's right, and if you got a problem with that, you just come and see me. I was a BITCH at 14.