Well, as it turns out, I’m swamped with doing stuff this weekend, so there’s no blog post for you. Not that you should care anyway, of course.
You know, it occurs to me that occasionally I come along and tell you I’m busy with stuff, but I never actually tell you what the stuff is. In retrospect, this seems unfair. You come along (despite repeated warnings to the contrary, even), expecting to see some blather you can kill some time with, and here I am telling you there’s nothing to be read and not even bothering to say why. Well, fear not, gentle reader: today I shall regale you fully with tales of my goings-on. And this shall, hopefully, convince you never to wonder again.
So, firstly: often people mention what they’re reading, or listening to, and all that sort of thing. Right now I am currently working on book 7 of the Dresden Files, and determined to push all the way through to the end. It’s just getting really good (it was good before, but now it’s really good, if you follow me). Musically, I recently picked up a digital copy of Extractions by Dif Juz, which is one of the 4AD bands that I somehow missed all this time. I knew Richie Thomas’ fine saxophone work from Victorialand, of course, but I’d never heard this album before, and it’s quite good. You should give it a listen if you’re into dream or ambient or that sort of thing. Visually, I just picked up my Blu-ray of The Avengers, which of course I had seen in the theater, but it was just as good the second time around. That Joss Whedon really knows what he’s doing behind a camera; I hope he does more of the superhero movies.
Now, of course, all of that is not really keeping me from writing. There must be other stuff going on around here ...
Well, I do still have a few hours to put in for
$work. I would tell you a bit about my work, but I’ve had to sign so many things at this point saying that I will not ever “disparage” the company that I feel a bit like Stephen Colbert talking about Islam: my company is a great and true company and Blessings and Peace be upon my corporate overlords. Don’t point, even. You’ve seen enough of that one.
So, tomorrow I have to do a presentation for my new co-workers (of which there are quite a few), plus I have a meeting about my current project, which I just started, and I’d really like to learn a bit more about it before I have to start explaining it to other people. But mainly I want to prepare a bit more for the presentation. I could just wing it, and I’d probably do fairly well, but the more prepared I am, the better I’ll do (most likely), and one does want to make a good impression on people that you’ve just hired.
Let’s see ... what else ... well, there are still some weekend chores left, despite the fact that I generally try to knock those out before Saturday night, or else I find I have no time to myself. I’ve still got to go to the grocery store, and direct my older children to clean the den so that you can actually walk in there again. (The youngest is excused from such things, although I’m sure she’d like the floor to be cleared as well, as right now there are a lot of things blocking her from getting to the catfood, which just pisses her off. Nothing feels quite the same rolling around inside your mouth as a big ol’ handful of catfood.)
In hobby news, the things which are supposed to be my relaxation from other parts of my life occasionally have the power to provide their own sources of stress. For instance, in my role as a CPAN author, right now I’m about three issues behind in taking care of some issues for the Method::Signatures module I work on, and one of them is for a guy who’s fairly well-known in the Perl world (and, even if you don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, the fact that the guy has his own Wikipedia page should give you a clue). And, in my work to keep my favorite game going, we’ve been working hard to address a number of issues with one of our recent releases.
So, there’s lots to do, and (as always), little time to get it all done. It seems that, the older I get, the less likely I am to have one big excuse for not doing what I should. I mean, remember, back in college, when the reason you didn’t finish your essay for class was because of a party (or the resulting hangover), or one of your friends broke up with their boyfriend or girlfriend and you were up all night with them, or you were helping someone move? But nowadays it’s never one big thing; it’s a million little things, that peck away at your time jot by jot, frittering away your ability to focus in dribs and drabs. It’s death by a thousand cuts. But such is the way of life. The older you get, the more you take on, I suppose, and the more people you meet, the more that end up depending you for one thing or another, in large ways or in small.
Which is all a very roundabout way of saying to you, my oh so persistent blog connoisseur: no cookie for you! Not this week, in any event.