Cutting the tree down is the easy part.
It feels like you've made a lot of progress when you yell "Timber" and hear the big crash.
But getting the stump out is usually the bigger job.
that is all
Since I don't enable comments (sigh spam), those who want to comment have to e-mail me. Here's Gina's response to my last post:
This weekend was the end-of-year "Trophy Day" for John's pre-school gymnastics class. All the pre-schoolers show up for a gymnastics exhibition, attended by parents, grandparents and other relatives. Following the exhibition, all the students are awarded trophies. ALL the students are awarded trophies. I missed the event. When Gina came home, she was fuming. (As Gina is Sicilian, when she is fuming it is appropriate to conjure up volcanic images.)
"You know how you're always talking about how advertising is going to destroy our civilization?" she asked. "Well, you're wrong. Trophies will be our doom."
Gina is reading Dickens again. David Copperfield, this time. Dickens is one of her favorite authors. The difficulty that arises when Gina is reading Dickens, is that every 15 minutes or so she bursts out in peals of laughter, or exclaims "Just so!" and says "R0ml, you have to hear this." Sometimes it's hard to write code when Dickens is in the house.
Here's the one that made me pause.
I've been writing code lately. Makes me feel young, again. Unfortunately, something terrible happened.
For some reason (and thereby hangs a tale), I decided to write the application in Brazillian Portuguese. You know, localized for pt-BR only.
Yes, we do.
Here's what it looks like:
Three different kinds of cereals. In their decanters.
Gina used to have a recurring dream where her teeth would crumble in her mouth and fall out. Apparently, this is a common dream. Her mother used to have the same dream. And, shortly after Kayla went away to college, she called home to say that she had the teeth-falling-out dream, too.
A few weeks after that, Kim called home. She had never had the teeth-falling-out dream. However, she was sitting in class, and her teeth actually crumbled and fell out. Well, not all of them. Just two of them. And they weren't teeth. They were caps. Nevertheless, if felt like her teeth disintegrated in her mouth, and the pieces came out.
Over the last few months, I've been struggling to understand the "Attention Economy". Gina explained it to me the other day.
My children play a game called "Jinx". In this game, if two people say the same thing at the same time, then the first person to call out "Jinx!" renders the other one mute. The "jinxed" party can no longer speak until someone says their name out loud.