And now for something completely dissimilar.
Proceeding from yesterday, I went to the gym, and did some programming. I'm onto the next project, the Parser Generator (PG), after pretty much finishing up the current version of the Code Generator Code Generator (CGCG). Actually, the work on the PG is just me switching to the new version of the CGCG (which is uses, it also uses itself). Once that is done the releasable version of the PG will be done, and the current version of the CGCG will have been tested in a "real-world" application. I will then use the current version of the CGCG to update itself (which currently uses the last version of the CGCG). This will lead to the final version of the CGCG, because the basic structure should not change this time (unlike last time), so it should be able to work on itself. Geddit?
I also watched Mirror Mask.
But today I was a bit ho-hum. I was going to go do some SAFE work, getting people to sign a few more postcards to send John Key (NZ's Prime Minister), with regards the draft code in relation to how factory farmed pigs may be kept, but I called in "sick", feeling "under the weather". I thus spent a few hours doing the gardening. Which we shall return to later.
I then did some study. Then I went for a nice run, stopping off again at Ceres, and again taking a free sample of the carob-coconut ball thingy (I have bought some before you know). And then I got home and started writing LJ entries, and then I wrote this sentence.
For today's crazy photo I would have liked one of the sign outside the Ellerslie masonic center, regarding belly-dancing classes. Because, no matter one's sex, religion, class, ethnicity, age, or music preferences, we can all laugh at the idea of Free Masons belly dancing. Which may be unfair, as maybe the Masons are a very diverse bunch now days. Maybe. I couldn't get such a photo, by the way, because I didn't have my camera on me when I was passing such sights.
So instead, I have other randomness.
First, the jigsaw puzzle I finished yesterday - don't say you don't care.
And, while I was doing the weeding, Cillian the cat came to watch me. For some odd reason my camera happened to be in my pocket.
Yes, we do use an old shopping basket to hold the pegs. The thing in the foreground, first photo, is an old recycling bin I use for storing weeds (for cartage to other locations), and behind Cillian is a crop of radishes and silverbeet/chard. The thing Cillian is sitting on is the remains of a desk that escapefromkorea helped me steel from a university skip/dumpster (we got snapped by security, but he was like "cool", and we hung for awhile and shot hoops).
I also harvested some purple wheat. I'm like an oldskool farmer, oh yeah.
I also watched Mirror Mask.
But today I was a bit ho-hum. I was going to go do some SAFE work, getting people to sign a few more postcards to send John Key (NZ's Prime Minister), with regards the draft code in relation to how factory farmed pigs may be kept, but I called in "sick", feeling "under the weather". I thus spent a few hours doing the gardening. Which we shall return to later.
I then did some study. Then I went for a nice run, stopping off again at Ceres, and again taking a free sample of the carob-coconut ball thingy (I have bought some before you know). And then I got home and started writing LJ entries, and then I wrote this sentence.
For today's crazy photo I would have liked one of the sign outside the Ellerslie masonic center, regarding belly-dancing classes. Because, no matter one's sex, religion, class, ethnicity, age, or music preferences, we can all laugh at the idea of Free Masons belly dancing. Which may be unfair, as maybe the Masons are a very diverse bunch now days. Maybe. I couldn't get such a photo, by the way, because I didn't have my camera on me when I was passing such sights.
So instead, I have other randomness.
First, the jigsaw puzzle I finished yesterday - don't say you don't care.
And, while I was doing the weeding, Cillian the cat came to watch me. For some odd reason my camera happened to be in my pocket.
Yes, we do use an old shopping basket to hold the pegs. The thing in the foreground, first photo, is an old recycling bin I use for storing weeds (for cartage to other locations), and behind Cillian is a crop of radishes and silverbeet/chard. The thing Cillian is sitting on is the remains of a desk that escapefromkorea helped me steel from a university skip/dumpster (we got snapped by security, but he was like "cool", and we hung for awhile and shot hoops).
I also harvested some purple wheat. I'm like an oldskool farmer, oh yeah.