Checksum Arcanius

A question about this picture led me to these Haikus in Perl. I was laughing out loud. Yes, I’m a nerd.

The upside to being overloaded at work is, I suppose, job security through at least March, in my case. Which is pretty good, considering its double to quadruple the initial 3-6 months I was hired on for initialy. So that gets me at least most of the way towards the bike trip of 2005. And although I don’t think they’d release me at that point for any particular reason, and they might even keep me if I were to take a month or more off. But if they don’t, hey, there’s always Blockbuster. Or something even better.

For the second week in a row, I got to hang out with my good friend Maneesh. This time, we went to Ruby’s at the Redmon Town Center, a 50’s diner rumored to abound with hot women. Well, we were duly impressed upon arriving. The hostess, Molly, was very nice to look at, especially as she seated us. But, our waitress, alas, not so much. The food wasn’t particularly redeeming either. My burger was somewhat undercooked, though juicy, and the milk shake was pretty blah. There’s always the hope of something a little better in both categories next time – that is, if I ever go again. But… well, Maneesh and I be pretty forgiving, under the right circumstances. If you know what I mean.

In an amazing turn of events, the Boston Red Sox forced a game seven after falling behind the New York Yankees 3-0, a feat never before accomplished in 100 seasons of baseball playoffs. Then to top it off, they won that game, a feat hardly imaginable four games ago.

That lifted my spirits enough to almost erase the bottom-of-the-class score I got in my most recent math test. Sure, most of the class got high 90’s, and I wasn’t exacly failing, in terms of raw score… but suffice it to say that I was considerably lower than the mean, the mode, and the median. I guess that rushing so I could go see Primer ended up being more expensive than the free that I had previously supposed it to be. I figured there might be some damage, but I sure felt good about the test when I left. Oh well, its only 25% of the grade.

The phone rang. The caller ID said “Friends of Dave.” I figured it meant Dave Reichart or Dave Ross, but I didn’t know which, and I don’t care much for either, so I was just a bit combative when I picked up the phone.

“Which Dave are you a friend of?” I implored.
“Excuse me?” came the slow response.
“The caller ID said ‘Friends of Dave’ – I’m wondering which Dave you’re a friend of.”
“Oh… I’m calling on behalf of Friends of Dave Ross.”
I pressed on – “Are you really his friend, or are you just calling on behalf of his friends?”
But then the caller had his own surprise for me: “Actually he’s sitting just two cahirs to my right.”
“Oh.” I wasn’t expecting that, “Cool.”
The caller (I’ll call him Pete, although I don’t remember for sure) continued with his script. We talked about a few issues and ended up on Transportation before I started pressing again. Then Pete had another surprise:
Pete: “In fact, here’s Dave.” He handed over the Phone.
Dave Ross: “I heard Pete here trying to explain some things to you. I thought I could help out.”
Well, I’ll admit I wasn’t prepared for this. So we ended up only talking about transportation, and Dave had reasonable responses (bass the $318 billion bill stuck in the congress, mainly). I wish I had more foresight and talked about more general (ie, is government primarily a solution provider or a problem causer?)

Oh well, I guess I have to do my own research on this one. It does make me think that I need more objective measure for candidates. Like a web-based application that quantifies distance between my views (or anyone’s for that matter) and the views of candidates.
Kind of goes along with Theo’s local politics Groklaw idea. Its a good worthwhile project at least.

Being told in a straightforward manner is way better than anything else. It seems, though, that even when straightforward, they have to justify it as not really being straightforward, just obvious. Not that it makes it not striaghtforward. But I don’t know why I’m complaining, I really should be happy. Whatever.

If it can’t be complex I guess its not worth it?

Thats is the order of the day. On the way to church, I tuned into 710 am to listen to the Hawks last feeble attempts to take down the mighty Patriots. I hate to say I told you so on this one, and hopefully I’m wrong, but we’ll see.

Then was church. I went mostly because I promised a friend I would go. Andrew is a good teacher, and my Palm only has stupid games.

Then I picked up Angela and we did this senior photo thing. It was windy, and some would argue cold outside as well. But we survived. 142 shots later, we were still alive. Hopefully some of them turn out. Cause as much as Angela liked it, I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a model photographer.