Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
Ebeneezer's Farewell
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
No my dear Mrs. Cratchett
I cannot stay to share your meal
Though it would warm my heart
To see you at last dine as you deserve
For though you might love me tonight
You could only love the man that I've become
You rightly cursed the man I was
While those people waiting there ...
Offerred Water
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
It's not that I'm not thirsty
I'm parched to dusty stone
But the timing seems all wrong
For I've just resolved to quit
The search for cups of water
In hopes forgetting hard thirst
Will let me grow to be a man
Who deserves a cup of water
Great way to spend a night (Coffee and cheesecake and hours of conversation...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Out to coffee to get to know a new friend better. One of those great conversations that refuses to die, even though you both know you should get going if you're going to be up in the morning.
One-on-one conversations really are so much deeper than the big-group ones. I like the big-group ones I ...
The Wise Councilor (55-word flash-fiction)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Planning the rise to power the wise councilor had needed a figurehead. Better to be the power behind the throne. Kneeling, watching the King sign his death warrant, he questioned his wisdom. Did a not-quite-so-wise councilor really need a figurehead? If only he had not been quite so wise so long ago.
Garam Masala heals all frustrations (Mmm curried veggies over hot-and-sour rice...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I'm feeling much better now. Turns out I was famished, just dove into working this morning and didn't wind up eating anything (though I did have an iced tea). I was going to make a basil stir-fry, but the basil had gone feral (dangerous stuff that feral basil).
So I went for the classic Garam ...
Chatting the night away (Tech-talk mostly)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Simon didn't show up at the cafe, but big Simon did. We (and Shidan) chatted until the place closed, then headed back here to chat some more. Made me think about what needs to be done in IPTV and VoIP land. I am, however, going to resist the impulse to dive in and write new ...
Week is still very good looking (Even if the day was rather light...)
Written by
on
in
Knight Errant,
Vindaloo.
Couldn't get to sleep until past 2 or 3 in the afternoon and only slept fitfully from then until 7. Wound up only get 2.75 hours of work in. I was all set to worry about it, then I looked at the invoice for the week (I enter each day's work on the invoice at ...
Happy afternoon world! (Oh how music makes me dance...)
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Realised I wanted music this afternoon, so listened to the entire soundtrack of "Chess" as I was working. Then let xmms keep playing through the "camp and traditional" collection. About 30 minutes ago it hit this little pocket of marches and dance-ables... Johnny Horton (Sink the Bizmark, Ballad of the Green Berets), Johnny Cash, Black ...
See Happiness
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
Some are happiness
Some see happiness in others
Some see happiness in others
Because they bring happiness
To those who see them
So some are happiness
So they see happiness
Grounding Me
Written by
on
in
Vindaloo.
I touch your child-like joy
The jolt across my skin
Shudders deep within
Grounding me in heaven
Mike C. Fletcher, the VRPlumber, is a philosopher of design turned computer programmer based in Toronto, Canada. He works primarily in the Python programming language, and maintains a large number of Open Source software packages. You can reach him at: mcfletch@vrplumber.com.