Warm
Who told the weather that it could be all warm again? Grah.
Again I say: why isn't this business headline news? Gorgeous weather spikes paranoia in area man or its equivalent would fit in nicely under all that Patriots plap.
Speaking of, I enjoy seeing cool people enjoying sports, even though I do not at all. I think being uninterested in sports is one thing, but it takes extra mental focus to live in Boston and not care at least a little about Boston (or New England) teams. (And it requires vein-popping psychic resistance to feel nothing for the Red Sox, but it's not time for that yet.)
Anyway: yesterday I finished my rewrite of that section (it's about Perl and XML and Unicode, yus, funsy-wunsies) and the combination of feeling satisfied with a writing assignment and the warm weather made it difficult not to misperceive myself as having just finished a spring semester term paper for college. Hum.
In Diesel now. Happy. Other things about this place: it has a higher Room rating than the 1369 (to further abuse The Sims as a metaphor generation unit). More space, big glass front, booths and couches in back if you're lucky enough to score them. And, yes, as cthulhia points out, I'm more likely to bump into friends here. (However, I should note that my reuniting with Noah and Melissa occurred the very first time I ventured into the 1369, last summer.)
On the minus column, my cellphone doesn't work in here. It does in the other place. I just now wandered outside to call Erik, and ask if he wanted to sink some time into rewriting one particular section that we've been getting some strange remarks about. He said: Uuurgh, because he is swamped in his own work. So it looks like it's all me for the next two days. Hum hum hum. We'll see.
Again I say: why isn't this business headline news? Gorgeous weather spikes paranoia in area man or its equivalent would fit in nicely under all that Patriots plap.
Speaking of, I enjoy seeing cool people enjoying sports, even though I do not at all. I think being uninterested in sports is one thing, but it takes extra mental focus to live in Boston and not care at least a little about Boston (or New England) teams. (And it requires vein-popping psychic resistance to feel nothing for the Red Sox, but it's not time for that yet.)
Anyway: yesterday I finished my rewrite of that section (it's about Perl and XML and Unicode, yus, funsy-wunsies) and the combination of feeling satisfied with a writing assignment and the warm weather made it difficult not to misperceive myself as having just finished a spring semester term paper for college. Hum.
In Diesel now. Happy. Other things about this place: it has a higher Room rating than the 1369 (to further abuse The Sims as a metaphor generation unit). More space, big glass front, booths and couches in back if you're lucky enough to score them. And, yes, as cthulhia points out, I'm more likely to bump into friends here. (However, I should note that my reuniting with Noah and Melissa occurred the very first time I ventured into the 1369, last summer.)
On the minus column, my cellphone doesn't work in here. It does in the other place. I just now wandered outside to call Erik, and ask if he wanted to sink some time into rewriting one particular section that we've been getting some strange remarks about. He said: Uuurgh, because he is swamped in his own work. So it looks like it's all me for the next two days. Hum hum hum. We'll see.