Maunderings
20 October 1999
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Maunderings
20 October 1999
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11:32 PM: I missed yesterday because I had to rush home and buy batteries for the VCR remote and blank video tapes so I could tape the Buffy/Angel Special Crossover Event, because that's how thrillpacked my life is yes it's true. And by the time it was over, I forgot. I was kind of tired. He said, understatingly, and not quite in Englishk.
So it was a great, wonderful luxury today to sleep in until noon and arrive when I showed up. I think I have had about enough of this time zone, thanks. I'm moving back to Hawaii in my mind.
I also spent most of the day hacking at code again. Guess I might as well give in and face the facts, I'm just a techie and that's all I'll ever really be. Because there is no other kind of task that I end up voluntarily doing, above & beyond what was requested or required, just because it's fun. On the other hand, now that I think about it, it's the only kind where that's posible, anyway, because it doesn't require the presence of other people. Now the nub appears....
One of the people in the DBA group here is this really cute girl. We're having some database troubles, and usually if we send a question to their whole group, the boss of it answers, and he's... well, he's less than attentive to detail at times, let's put it that way. So you'd think, why not send the question straight to the cute girl? It's legitimate, right?
Nuh uh. Why? Because we've never actually worked together on anything. So according to my deformed rule system, we don't officially know each other, so I'm not allowed to speak to her, except as part of a group. Otherwise it will be too obvious that I am the aging lech that I clearly am anyway. What's scary is that I really do understand what I'm saying.
In other news: poor, poor Mets. Not that they were going to win, not really. But to lose on an extra-innings walk... that's Red Sox territory. They'd better be careful.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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