A Pause
I continue to just not have a whole heck of a lot to write about. Not that my life is boring lately, but I've pretty much summarized the interesting stuff already, and there haven't been many new developments in the last few days.
I'm plugging along at work. Most of my team stayed late last night to work on their projects, but I went down to the SF3 weekly social gathering instead, and also picked up my APA from the OE, who made a rare Wednesday night appearance.
But to compensate I stayed late at work tonight and got to a very satisfying stopping point on my project: I'm generating actual data with my algorithm, it seems to be working correctly, and all my trace code is spitting out proper information as it chugs away. I love stuff like this. And most of my team had pretty much cleared out by 7 pm, so there was a perversely satisfying sense of being the only one there burning the late-night oil.
Not that I generally feel guilty about not working long hours. My free time is very precious to me.
I've gotten a couple of nice e-mails from one of the members of Sonia Dada, whom I've mentioned here several times, such as when I went to their show in town last Saturday. Sometimes this Internet stuff pays off in ways I'd never expected!
And this weekend the James Bond film festival starts at the theatre near work. They're showing the first three Bond films: Doctor No, From Russia With Love, and Goldfinger. I plan to go to all three, and in fact already have a significant cadre of friends who will be going to Goldfinger with me. No one seems much interested in From Russia, which surprises me since I seem to recall liking that one best of all the Bond films.
Speaking of films, I hear that The Avengers is a true dog, really, really bad. I may still go see it, just for the amusement factor, but I never thought that Hollywood could come anywhere close to recreating the magic of this very quirky period piece. Especially since I've never been much of a fan of Uma Thurman. (Now, maybe if they'd cast Emma Thompson...)
The amazing thing is that some of the DIARY-L members actually like this stuff, as some sort of satire on on-line journals apparently, and they find it provocative and entertaining. Since DIARY-L has always been pretty marginal in terms of its substance (compared to the vast waves of fluff and nonsense that cascade through it every day), I decided that it wasn't worth my time to associate with people who feel that way. It's like the on-line equivalent of enjoying watching medics pull bodies out of car wrecks.
I started writing an article which basically explained how despicable I find these attitudes to be, but then I stopped and thought, "Wait a minute. It's just not worth my time to get worked up about this. It's a lost cause, and a waste of energy, and I know if I stick around here, I'll be unable to resist jumping in." So I unsubscribed.
Of course, I've unsubscribed before, and rejoined a year or so later, so maybe I'll be back in 1999.
But don't hold your breath.
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