I feel like I should write a diary entry, but I think about it and there's nothing. Usually, when I write them, I just have something I want to splurge on and halfway through I decide it's a diary entry. Well, not so tonight. Tonight I want to write a diary entry, but my thoughts are far from being in order. Nor do I really want to put them in ( Read more... )

So, my manager says I'm being awesome ( Read more... )

Hrm. Tonight's game night was interesting. Not because of the game, though that was pretty cool (and d'uh, Michael, the object is to win), but because it gave me new fodder to chew on in terms of people thinkiness ( Read more... )

I think that I'm officially a Programmer. Which makes me kinda sad. But I've been stepping up at work and pushing myself, and since my capacity is as a programmer, I have to fill the role more completely in order to step up. As a result, my ability as a Ruby coder has gone up dramatically in the past couple months (yeah, you heard that right: about ( Read more... )

baeraad has linked to an essay by Orwell over here. I have been struggling with a response to him for the past hour or so and I've finally given up pretending I'm actually talking to him in it, so I'm just going to go into essay form.

There is a resignation that comes with assuming human nature is impossible to uplift that I can't bear. It might be ( Read more... )

If I end up being painfully unproductive tomorrow (today), I think I ought to talk about why Housebook failed. It's been two years; I never told anyone outside of my family about that startup ( Read more... )

/me laughs softly ( Read more... )

Back in 2005, my dad and I drove around Seattle looking for a place for me to live, for the first time. It was a bit unreal, and today, when it's a lot more sane a possibility for the future, doing the same thing is a bit unnerving ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here singing Savage Garden to myself ( Read more... )

Hrm ( Read more... )