Category archives: Vindaloo
Discussions of the spice of life, spices, and/or life.
People who are too good (I feel like such a disappointment sometimes...)
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Was chatting this evening with a friend. She's one of those people who are pretty close to perfect; sweet, gentle, intelligent, funny, curious, and actively improving herself all the time. Felt quite trollish in comparison. What am I doing to pursue my dreams? What have I learned in the last few years? Am I a ...
Parties take a lot of prep-time (Especially when you've been letting the housework get behind...)
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Having a birthday party for Shane this evening. Result is that I'm not going to get any more work done on the OpenGL ctypes wrapper. Last night I fixed a few problems with the pointer-setting mechanism, and began breaking out the platform-specific code into separate modules. Spent quite a bit of time trying to figure ...
Urgh, I didn't even notice the trackback spam! (120+ spams likely sitting there for days helping the blaggards...)
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Okay, so I've turned on trackback moderation to keep that from happening again. Still means I'll have to click "delete" hundreds of times, but at least they won't get anything out of it. I get so few legitimate trackbacks it's not a huge loss to have them have a delay before publishing.
Incidentally; die, spammers, ...!-->!-->
We all hate dream journals (Yet still I post...)
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I know my dreams generally bore others; so won't describe them. Just note that last night was full of dreams of cleaning and clearing out, of moving forward and fixing broken things that are impeding progress.
There was also some point where I was composing poetry... not sure if I was awake or asleep at ...!-->!-->
Days of marketing splendour (Drat it, how many t's in that word!)
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Spent the bulk of yesterday on various marketing tasks, reviewing and rewriting the product introduction, recreating screenshots in higher resolutions, finalising the demo install for the San Antonio conference.
The annoying part is that I didn't really enjoy it. Normally I love doing marketing-type work, it's a design discipline, after all. This time I just ...!-->!-->
Holy disappearing weekend (Nary a bit of production to be seen...)
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Comes right down to it, I didn't produce anything this weekend. I once again sat down to work on my examination of Modernist Architecture and once again had to stop when I realised that I needed to read more. Read more, but didn't get back to the writing. Kinda felt like talking to <elided> this ...
Ah, the glory of portabellos (Cheap mushrooms!)
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The portabello mushrooms were the same price as the plain-old white mushrooms at the market. Yay! Having a few people over to celebrate :) . Haven't done anything else productive yet this weekend. Though I suppose the nap from which I just woke was useful in some way.
Ah, conversations (The point of life...)
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Had a lunch meeting with a potential partner/client/employee this afternoon. We had Vietnamese at a little hole-in-the-wall up around Keele and Wilson. I would probably never have chosen anything with "soft tendon" in the title, had he not recommended it. It was a surprisingly good, large, bowl of extremely hearty soup.
Took a bit of ...!-->!-->
To experiment, to read, or to write? (I'd rather be having coffee with friends...)
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What I'd like to do this evening is sit around chatting with Natasha, Shane, Alexei, Shademan, Lara, Simon, Eric, Dan, Diana, Kim, Nadia, Lisa, Christine, Dave, Mark, Brendan, or any of a dozen other people with whom I don't get enough chance to talk. But they're all either busy people who will already have plans ...
I've been an ass (Really upset a friend...)
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Thus it happens when you're in the habit of thinking out loud and working out your feelings in public. You wind up deeply offending the people you care about. To that friend, I'm sorry. As requested, I've dropped your name from the blog, I've also dropped some posts, though I've merely anonymised those on which ...