I always hated busy work in school, and I'm hating it now as I update my home's various computers for tomorrow's daylight saving time switch, the one that our ingenious Congress decided to foist upon us.
There's nothing quite like waking up in the morning with your eyes glued shut.
That's what happened to me this morning as I struggled awake on the sofa bed, annoyed at a certain yellow Labrador who was trying to push me off the mattress so she could have more room to spread out.
My eyes were crusted together, which is a lovely indicator of Pink Eye, or a Pink-Eye-like condition. And the said thing is ... that's an improvement. The last week has seen me sidelined by a particularly nasty cold that had me fighting my old nemesis Post-Nasal Drip for three days.
As per normal, I have the kids to thank for this. Both got sick last week, and took Sue down with them. I'd hoped to escape the Week of Hacking Mucus unscathed, but alas, they dragged me down on Monday.
When last we saw our villain, he had just destroyed his Samsung integrated receiver/home theatre system with a touch as a spark of static electricity leapt from his finger to the power button of the system, destroying it in a flare of blue LED light.
Flash forward two weeks, and see our heroine Sue calling Samsung about the destruction of said system, which was sadly just out of warranty. Amazingly though, Samsung volunteered to fix the broken system because it was just out of warranty, thus saving our happy couple about $300 as they narrowly avoided having to buy a new stereo/dvd player. The fixed machine arrived back yesterday, and is now setup and working just fine.
Ah yes, my coffee shop starts blogging, and I all but stop. It's been that kind of week. Heck, it's been that kind of Interim. Working in IT at a college, January turns into a mad, frantic rush to get everything done between when the students leave campus in December, and when they return at the end of January.
This semester is all the more stressful because of two pilot projects starting up in the spring: one for Moodle, an open source course management system, and the other for iTunes U, Apple's education-oriented take on its iTunes Music Store. There's a lot to do, and not much time to do it. So instead of writing or blogging, I've been working.
Wil Wheaton speculates on raising the next generation of geeks, in the form of his two teenage step-sons. His success, as seems to be the case with most of my friends, is hit or miss: some things the kids love (Battlestar Galactica, Harry Potter, Munchkin, comic books, some they hate (2001, The Prisoner) and some they just don't get (Watchmen).
A very merry (and hopefully, very geeky as well) Christmas to everyone! Right now the Newquist clan is basking in the occassionally turbulent afterglow of the holidays, gifts strewn across the living room and library like some sort of Toyland apocalypse. Jordan and I are escaping it for a few hours to hang out with fellow geek and long-time friend Dave and his daughter, but we'll be back by night fall to continue with the unpacking, assembling and organizing.
I have my geek tree ... this German geek has a gingerbread TIE fighter. Inspired by Darth Vadar's advanced TIE fighter from A New Hope, this thing features over-sized wings laced with white icing, I can only assume that the brown stuff holding it together is some sort of super-strength molasses. The question is, will this give rise to an entire gingerbread Empire, complete with star destroyers, death stars, and shuttles for little gingerbread rebels to steal so they can sneak on to a gumdrop moon? Only time will tell.
Daylight Savings Time has ended in Pennsylvania and once again the sun crawls into the sky at the ungodly hour of 6:29 a.m., with its accursed forerunners arriving in the dawn twilight at 6:15 or even earlier. It strikes terror into the hearts of vampires and parents everywhere, sending the former fleeing to their dark and hidden coffins and the later stumbling out of bed as their kids demand that they rise with the sun's first rays.
They say that ancient people worshiped the Winter Solstice because it marked the longest day of the year, and the coming triumph of the Sun over the Darkness. I think not. I think it was the one time of the year they could be sure their kids would sleep past 7 a.m.
Lucas is fourth months old, and if that seems amazing to you, imagine how much it blows our minds. With Jordan, I was posting updates every month, but with Luke the posts have been far fewer. I think that's partly because some of the wide-eyed new dad enthusiasm has worn off -- the first time around you're astounded that your baby can hold her head up; second time around, you realize hey, that's normal. And partly it's a matter of time -- blogging about the kids takes more time than other posts, since it requires more thought, and time is not something Sue and I have had a heck of a lot of recently.