Otis Has a Birthday

Hey Otis.

It’s yer birthday.

Go Otis.

It’s yer birthday.

Partyboi!

The Toaster marks two years with us and somewhere between four and six IRL. No party for the Cat Box Raider—and he is certainly ripe today—this year. We didn’t mark Morton’s in August so it just wouldn’t be fair. At any rate…

Go wish the blockhead happy birthday yourself

More Generally

Like everyone else in the world, I’ve been busy elsewhere as of late. That is, if we include as of the beginning of June in “as of late.” It basically boils down to work although there was a brief interlude in California over the Independence Day holiday. So let’s recap some of the highlights.

Big in all of this, of course, is the lateral move at work into CM—something that happened in the middle of Elz’s hospital stay. Gone are the lazy days of writing VBS under the auspices of QTP automated testing. This was the position I was hired on to at [convergent telephony management software company]. Back then I could write a little code, refactor existing tests, and leave at 5pm every day. Now my life is consumed by a team of devs who are trying to repay about three years (and change) of technical debt fostered by purchasing a startup company with negligent agile methodology. The negligent piece being a total lack of refactoring and documentation.

Since the beginning of June we’ve come up to speed on an archaic, fragile, poorly documented build system. I, personally, have also come up to speed on the spanky new build framework homegrown by another dev team. We’ve more or less completely massaged this new system to incorporate most of what a less insular company would have adopted outright from the open source community. Instead of a stripped down implementation of NAnt (yes, we’re all .NET here unfortunately) we’ve backdoored the whole NAnt framework into the existing system.

In addition to coming up to speed and doing *gasp* presentations on this build system, I’ve been migrating modules into this new system. It’s all too funny because I am overcoming a lot of my own technical debt as it relates to learning the Microsoft environment, to include .NET framework, C#, and the generalities of building multi-million lines of code worth of application. In short, I’ve had a stretch of 60+ hour weeks since the beginning of June. Then again, I’ve learned and accomplished more in this two month period of time than in the previous two years. It really feels good to be in a dev position again.

Outside of work I’ve been trying to save the remnants of our tiny garden. This late spring/early summer has been extremely wet and what the rabbits haven’t gotten the weeds have choked out. All that remains are three stringy eggplants, four heirloom tomato plants, a single basil plant, and one extremely anemic pepper plant. The boxes haven’t fared much better as the only thing with any potential are the cantaloupes. We’re trying to grow them on a trellis and using panyhose to support any fruit hence our minting them “pantyloupes.”

Which isn’t to say there haven’t been some victories. The grapes look marvelous and the blackberry bush has been extremely productive. There’s just one bush but we’ve pulled a few quarts off it already and there’s still a lot of unripe fruit hanging. Blackberries + homemade vanilla ice cream = teh bomb.

Reports of the Egg out in Portland show she’s the very best baby two people can make. She’s awfully fond of sweet potatoes, has almost mastered crawling, is exceptionally mild mannered, and is cute as a button. I have a gallery/sub-site in the works but time has not been easy to come by.

I perfected my hippo impression in California. Not a day went by without me nose-deep in the backyard pool with non-Egg niece and nephew doing their very best to drown me. Photos of this are also in the offing.

Elz is the picture of loveliness as well. After her trying hospitalization at the end of May she’s kept herself relatively healthy. She’s also been a supertrooper w/r/t keeping on the O2 even though it cramps her style. The two of us spend as much time together as work permits and as we approach two years together things just get better. Not bad given I went into the relationship just looking for a quick bit of “female companionship.”

Anyway, I’ve droned on enough for the time being. Also, the VisualStudio SP1 install is finally drawing to a close so back to work for me. Thanks for getting this far, gentle reader, more frequent postings are [as always] promised in the future.

Some Words Revisited

So one week ago today Elz calls me (!!) and asks if I want to hear the good or bad news first. The way things had been going for her at the hospital I asked for the bad news first. The bad new: she didn’t have a ride home. Which, of course, means that the good news was they were releasing her.

Can’t say as it wasn’t a surprise. She was still on some pretty heavy O2 and they had shot her up with morphine just the night before. I didn’t think we were getting out of there before the weekend. But, happy day, she came home.

The first few days were kind of scary because she was still so physically beat. OTOH, getting her out of a place where her most comfortable position was sitting in a chair hunched over a table with her head in her hands seemed to do wonders. The swelling everywhere went down pretty rapidly and her mood perked up exponentially. We even went outside once or twice over the weekend.

Home for a week now and she’s mostly back up to snuff. We still bump the O2 up every so often during physically demanding tasks but the snappy wit and willingness to laugh at nearly anything is back. Things are good at the house and everyone is way less tense these days.

In other news…

The garden is coming along slowly. Flea beetles are doing battle with the eggplant and the rabbits decimated my first row of snap peas. The rain is keeping everything kind of stunted too. The grapes look gorgeous this year although one of the concord vines is kind of meh. Not sure what’s wrong there but it looks like it is muddling through. The mulberries are about 3 – 5 days from feasting and I think we’re going to get raspberries this year too. We got jack from the raspberries and mulberries last year due to the late frost so we’re trés eager this time around. Ice cream and pie crust is at the ready.

That’s all the big news for now I guess. Just wanted to push the previous entry off the top of the page because it’s increasingly irrelevant.

Some Words

In the last few days I’ve encountered a number of words that, while previously unknown to me, have come to define this week. Words like hemoptysis, friable, pulmonary lavage, and bronchoscopy.

While I’m glad the latter two exist, the whole ordeal from Elz suddenly coughing blood on the way to do some mundane provisioning to the four total hours of sleep I’ve had the past two nights to spending lunch and evenings in ICU with my poor lady who is just physically beat down, I could really do without encountering any of these words again. She’s slowly on the mend and might even make it home some time this weekend. As a favor to me, please hug and/or kiss [as appropriate] those around you who matter most.

As for me, well, the dogs need to go outside, some semblance of laundry needs to be done, and there’s a special lady who requires adult supervision.

Celebrating Entropy

Listening to M83’s Before the Dawn Heals Us and I am struck by the overpowering evocation of longing and despair the album has. Seriously. I’m sitting here at work and all I want to do is sigh and maybe let loose with inexplicable sobbing. Haven’t felt like this since my at-the-time spouse seemed to be purposefully incinerating our marriage and all I could do was watch. I want to say the music personifies reckless waste for the sake of dystopia. Not so much reckless I guess, because it’s as if there’s a compelling need to bring about destruction just for the sake of destroying something.

Celebrating entropy maybe…

I think this mood has been prevalent lately because the slow-mo incinerating marriage is also finally approaching its terminus. That, and the fan blades gained their fecal coating about this time of year two years ago. The judgment is final on the 9th and this completes the cycle that began June 18th, 1993. From then on, she becomes no more than any other person I might run across on the street and I am protected from having to clean up anymore of the messes that have been spawned in the past two years. The dissolution has been exceptionally drawn out for reasons beyond my control and for the past two years it has been to my emotional well being what smog is to Los Angeles.

Oddly, we’ve been forced to correspond a bit over the past month and change because she insists on soaking up every last bit of support she technically has coming to her. I’ve changed jobs and this means a change in insurance and the like. So, anyway, a rash of email back and forth. I was somewhat struck by the apology she issued in her last communique but, ultimately, I’ve just got to file it away with everything else. Sometimes a wholesale paper shredding policy is best. At any rate, I have a great thing going with Elz and I’d have to say that I’m better off now than I have been in the past 20 some odd years.

Anyway, M83 reminds me a lot of Sigur Rós which, oddly enough, I listened the heck out of almost two years ago. Time to find me some juju right quick so I can reverse this emotional trainwreck. King Sunny Ade is completely antithetical to depression which is what is called for at the moment.

The Cycle Completes

120 minutes left in what is the last vestige of my previous life. The doors close at 5:00 p.m. and I will walk out of them for the last time as an employee of this institution. I can’t say as I’m totally happy about the situation. I can say that it will be nice to not have to fight for every inch of a project’s development—if for no other reason that I’ll no longer be working on my project. There was a lot I had planned and to see it go unimplemented is sad. Could I have done a better job selling it? Would it have mattered?

Alas and alackady…

The boxes are packed, the good-byes said, there’s just 115 minutes left between me and the rest of my life.

Triple Threat

So here I lay in bed. Been trying to sleep for the past two hours but can’t. First I’m really hungry having only a quick lunch yesterday. Second, Elz forced our hand with switching cell providers so we’re with AT&T now. This can only mean one thing…I have an iPhone now. Last, and definitely not least, I am now an uncle. Got the text message two hours ago–0245hrs–and haven’t been able to sleep since.

Welcome, Abigail Emily Neuman! Three weeks early but as beautiful as they come.

And, yes, this was posted from the iPhone…