Ruby Derailed

On Sunday, I abstained from my recent ritual of shooting pool and watching football and spent some time playing on my Macbook.  I had, sometime ago, downloaded and installed Xcode; the sort of swiss army knife of Mac software development tools.  I found myself stumbling through a tutorial on Ruby.  Ruby, as I understand it, is a neat little web language that I’ve heard about for some time.  There was a time when I would play with something like that for as long as it took for me to make something useful out of it.  After about five hours, I just sort of gave up.  It wasn’t frustrating, or even that difficult.  I just didn’t see the point.

I’d prefer that this single event isn’t the story of my life.  It bugs me that this didn’t bug me.  If you’ll remember, tinkering with this kind of shit used to be sort of a hobby of mine.  Jesus, I hope this isn’t what’s it’s like to get old.

So!  How about this weather?  We’ve been fortunate enough to experience preparing a house for the summer and now I suppose that we have to prepare it for the winter.  Oddly enough, it seems like Winter-preparation is Summer-preparation in reverse.  Take apart patio furniture, kill any plants that don’t go dormant themselves.  I was a bit confused about what to do for the lawn.  On the one hand, there are parts of it that have gotten sort of wild in recent weeks and probably could use a trimming.  On the other hand, we’ve had a sort of tough time keeping the grass alive in the first place.  Maybe a little bulk will give it a better chance or surviving?  We’ll find out come ~March.

At this moment, Tree is beating my ass at Fantasy Football.  My entire team (read: my entire undefeated team) just laid down and died.  Hopefully, they all just picked the same week to suck as and they will carry me forth unto victory after victory until the Stanley Cup.  Or whatever.

I think my work related travels are at an end for the year.  There are still plenty of trips to be made, but I think I have enough to do to keep me at my desk for the next four months without respite.  This is, I’m told, a good thing.  In one of the company’s better decisions, we’ve hired our first-ever legitimate Mechanical Engineer.  You may know her as Pami.  It’s a treat having someone I know and like around the office.  Better still is it to have one more person around there who wasn’t old enough to vote for George H. W. Bush.

OK!  Dexter‘s on the DVR and you don’t keep that son of a bitch waiting.

Ghetto Love

I couldn’t tell you why I all of a sudden got a wild hair up my ass to update this thing.  But, here we are.

I recently finished the complete works of Tom Robbins: a Seattle based author who’s been pounding pulp for almost forty years.  His works are full of great little philosophical nuggets.  I should have read them with a highlighter.  I will loan to anyone who is looking for fall/winter reading material.  Be prepared for a wash of intravenous drug use and nun-sex.  Wicked.

I think we might be all settled in here at the homestead.  Took advantage of a lot of Labor Day Sales and picked up some furnishings on the cheap.  Finally re-felted the pool table and now we’re all set up in the Rec-Room.  Bummed my folks’ old turn-table since it seems vinyl is on the rise.  My first purchase was technically pre-ordering Brand New’s new album, “Daisy”, which comes out in a couple of weeks.  Without admitting anything, I’ll say that “Daisy” is pretty good.  Definitely not like much else you’re hearing these days.

Inglourious Basterds was worth seeing and probably worth owning.  Also probably not Tarentino’s best movie (that right is still Pulp Fiction), but it certainly beats Jackie Brown and maybe the Kill Bill Volume 2.  I would recommend it to anyone who liked any other Q movies.  Or wants to nail Brad Pitt.

The office is sending me around a country (read: continent) a bit more.  Since our last chat I believe I’ve been to Boston, Long Island and Prince George.  Prince George, is in British Columbia.  More specifically, the middle-northern region.  Where Jesus lost his snow-shoes, if you will.  My career takes me all sorts of places.  Awesome places.  Hopefully the next one will be awesome.  Actually, I think the next one will be Kent State.  Hrmm.

So what happened to summer?  Yard work.  I can’t tell if this is a good thing.  I’ve got a tan, but it’s not the right kind.  But the end of summer means the start of Fantasy Football.  Don’t ask me why I give so much of a shit, but I’ve grown to love the game.  Not the actual sport mind you.  Just the numbers end of things.

Speaking of games: play Scrabble on Facebook.  I will have as many open games going at once as I can physically handle.  I’m half-retarded at it, but it’s still the shit.  Hit me up.

All right.  There’s more useless things on the internet I could be doing now.