Fire. Rice.

You heard me.

Fire. Rice.

Went to Sen Thai in the city yesterday to meet a couple of former co-workers for lunch. I ordered the “Fire Rice” and they ordered “Drunken Noodles” – it was as good as I remember it.

You can modify the spiciness of your dishes, if it pleases you. Ask for “Thai spicy” if you’re feeling adventurous or just have a grudge against your entire digestive system. I’ve done it twice and is ever good that way. Be aware that your “exit experience” several hours later will be similarly heightened. Good times.

On the manner of reminiscing about old times: it was pretty humorous to find your old CEO worked as a grocery store cashier before growing a beard, buying a motorcycle, and riding off to California after the business went under. I wouldn’t be where I am today without having met and worked with the people from that company; so I owe them that much in thanks.

Next update is Wednesday. I think that’s “Humpback Whale” day.

Strike Two

Regular readers would be able to tell I didn’t make Tuesday’s publish date. You new readers won’t, though, and that’s the best part – everything’s still on time to you.

Since this is a backfill post, I don’t have anything in mind as a topic. Let’s see, let’s see…

Oh, I know! This just popped in: they don’t make movies like they used to.

Remember when a good movie took you on an adventure; movies like Ghostbusters, Harry and the Hendersons, Howard the Duck, Star Wars, The Muppets Take Manhattan, and Back to the Future? Before everything became shoot-’em-ups with amazing special effects and ‘splosions every 10 minutes and racy kissing scenes. Don’t get me wrong, I still love a good action movie, but where’s the adventure? Where’s the thinking man’s movie nowdays?

P.S.: I’ve not been keeping up with Hollywood so I probably don’t know what I’m talkin’ about, but “srsly”.

T.G.I.F. or S. or U. or Whatever

T.G.I.F. S. U.

Forget it – it’s O.G.I.M. again.

Totally missed Friday’s post and couldn’t get to it Saturday or Sunday. Good thing, though, is this: after I’m done writing this I’ll change the publish date to Friday so you’ll only know I missed it by reading the post. Bwa-ha-ha!!

Tomorrow’s the next day in the 96-hour schedule. Guh – don’t know if I’m going to make that one either. I should have something done by at least midnight to begin qualifying as a Tuesday post, but right now I got nothin’.

Have I mentioned some of my favorite web comics: Dr. McNinja? Girl Genius? No Need for Bushido? The Zombie Hunters? XKCD? The Order of the Stick? Erfworld? Bearmageddon? Axe Cop? Dinosaur Comics?

No? Well what’re you waiting for? You have the links!

“O.G.I.M.” Already

Mondays… figures. Just as soon we’re “T.G.I.F.” it seems Monday is here again. Working a half day on Friday can really make a difference – you’re done with the week and start the weekend early enough it feels like you get a whole day back. But that’s Friday… we’re talkin’ Monday here.

I’m starting to grow weary of my profession – there’s no way to truly measure results for writing code or redesigning an application’s UI. Two years ago I came from a job where I was basically the senior web developer and systems architect to one where I’m (what feels like, at least) a maintenance programmer making near half-again more than I used to. But the joy’s gone out of it; I’ve known developer power and freedom and I want them back.

At the same time, however, writing code all day just seems like an endeavor that will never have any tangible consequences in the real world. Unlike fixing a car as a mechanic or crafting a bench as a carpenter, we’re unlikely to get any lasting appreciation for what we enable business to do. I’m thankful I have a job in this sullen economy, but I’m starting to feel like I’m stuck in a race condition with the code – trying to debug, refactor, and redesign 6+ years of lax code standards, no design patterns, and “quick-and-dirty” implementation requirements feels like never ending drudgery.

It could be insanity, but maybe a career change is in order; to a field with real-life results you can feel – physically, emotionally. I love the problem-solving challenges creating a well-designed system presents. Maybe being a mechanic or carpenter has the same benefits…

So Happy It’s Thursday

It’s still Thursday – I can still keep this schedule.

Ha-ha. Guess not. I’ll see what I can do.

Some 36 hours later (it’s Saturday night now):
“Fail so hard”, that’s what I can do.

Didn’t really do too well keepin’ the schedule for Thursday. Next post is due on Monday – maybe, maybe not.

I’ll just keep this one short: I’d like to get my hands on some Sen Thai again. It’s expensive to get on a regular basis, but when I used to work downtown it was the best food in the area. The “Fire Rice” was my favorite – just a plain dish of rice and meat with a good mixture of flavor and heat. I recall having ordered the dish as “Thai spicy” and it was so damned hot, but it was still so very good.

Ahh, the good ole days. If you happen to work in the city of St. Louis proper or are just in the area, pay Sen Thai a visit and may you not be disappointed!

96 Hours Between Failures

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Yay! Hooray?

I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve not been good about keeping up with posting on even a sporadic schedule. I just don’t have anything interesting to say and I don’t BMWC all over the Intarwebs. I don’t know why I want to do this, it just seems like something I should be doing.

I was thinkin’ just this morning about all the things I’d like to do this new year (in no particular order):

  • Enjoy the many gifts the Lord has given me
    • Stop chasing after fortune and glory
  • Learn a new language
  • Create a solid household budget and followit
    • Get out of debt faster
  • Get up on time during the week
  • Read my Bible
  • Learn to read music and/or play an instrument
  • Actually stick to the 96-hour blog schedule
    • Work on writing more and writing better
  • Carry one of the many zany ideas through to finality
  • Increase my worth as an employable person (++madSkillz)
  • Lose a considerable amount of weight
    • Gain a little muscle so I can carry my children without getting tired arms.

I’m not calling them “resolutions”, because that’s just asking for failure to come a-knocking.