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I've often said that you can tell how depressed a person is by how often they update their blog. The way I see it, if you're happy with your life, you're going to be out there living it instead of writing about it. My life's been pretty busy, and I'm happy about it.
ATLAS IS SHRUGGING In light of the recent economic collapse, I've been reading Atlas Shrugged again. The way reading Atlas Shrugged goes for me is that I get to the bit where Dagny decides the hell with it and heads out to the cabin and toys fruitlessly with the stepping stones and shingles, and suddenly I start feeling empowered, and I start nailing negotiations with clients, etc...
...for about a week, until I finish the book. Then I relax again. I should just read the last half of Atlas Shrugged over and over again. I'd never get any sleep, but I'd be a business *dynamo*!
Fortunately for all concerned, I'm invested heavily in precious metals and won't lose too much of my shirt as the economy corrects itself.
THE CAT CAME BACK My emergency backup cat disappeared a couple of weeks ago, and there was no consoling my wife and daughter. I was somewhat easier to console, but since I live most of my life downstairs, I began to notice almost immediately that all manner of vermin moved in to fill the power vacuum left by the disappearance of our hunting cat.
Our main cat, Llwnefryddh, also known as 'my dipshit cat' has an odd relationship with vermin, that being that she likes to point them out to me. She'll come into my office and set up a loud complaint until I follow her, at which point she leads me to the spider or mouse, etc... looking up at me expectantly. Clearly she expects me to do something about it.
The emergency backup cat has a microchip embedded in the muscle of his left shoulder. This came in very handy, as the people who he eventually landed on were conscientious and took him into the veterinarian for a check-up, at which point they were told that he was owned.
We figure he hopped into the back of someone's car, settled down and took a snooze, because he showed up several miles away. When we took the call from the people who found him, the guy was *pissed* and wanted me to explain to his twelve-year old daughter why she can't have her kitty. Oy.
Anyway, he's back now, and the vermin are once again running scared.
In other cat-related news, there is an orange tabby cat which has been hanging about the house for a number of years, but has recently decided to get into a pissing contest with our emergency backup cat for dominance over the hunting ground immediately surrounding our house. She's a little smaller than he is, but she's opened his face a couple of times. They're working it out.
I've been letting her into the house, so long as she maintains her manners, and I think she's starting to mellow, but we'll see.
RITALIN IS EASY... RITALIN IS GOOD... I was recently called into conference with the principal at my child's elementary school. This was not a fun event.
Let's back up a moment:
Event 1: Frantic message is received on telephone to the effect that my daughter has been in a fight at school.
Event 2: I speak with said daughter about the incident where she assures me that it went as follows:
Her friend approached her and asked her to play a game with her. She said no.
Her friend then grabbed her arm and asked again. She repeated her no.
The bell rang.
My daughter tried to go in, but was held fast by her friend.
My daughter stepped on her friend's foot, pushed her off, breaking her hold, and ran for the door.
Under the circumstances, I was proud of her - I've been teaching her self-defense for three years, and this is exactly the response I expected from her. She could have taken that kid back to the factory if she chose, but apparently didn't.
But THEN...
I went into the school on the following day to speak with the principal, who told me a different story. Apparently it was my daughter asking about the game, and when she got a no, she *punched* the other little girl in the stomach hard enough to cause her to double over, then grabbed her ears and brought her knee smashing upwards into the girl's nose.
So. My daughter is not learning self-defense any longer, in addition to some other changes in her environment and lifestyle as a consequence.
She's extremely unhappy with this turn of events. So am I.
P.S. No, we didn't (and won't) put her on Ritalin or anything else.
LEAVE ME BE, I'M CODING I've finally got a handle on Berkeley Sockets as implemeneted in x86 assembly language under Linux, which is *fantastic* as it opens up the way for a lot of projects I've been wanting to do but haven't been able to because sockets at the bottom level were stumping me but good.
I'm still working on the disassembler as well, but progress has slowed down some as I've had to re-evaluate some of my assumptions before continuing. If you're a programmer, you've got a pretty decent idea of just how big a pain in the ass that can be, especially on a large-scale project.
WELCOME, EARTHLINGS Looks like I've picked up a few more readers, which always makes my head swell. Shouts to nischal, nicholaspatter, and clementine.
That's about it for this post, time to go back to living my life. Happy reading, and until next time, check out
http://www.eidolonai.com for some twig-out madness.
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