Bit Bucket

Whew.  Real Estate is a weird world that I don’t understand.  It has a language all it’s own (is it fully available? Can we pull the permits on that?  Is the basement English, or just partially English? What are the contingencies?) that makes it a bit intimidating just on the face.

This morning, we went and saw this house in Brookland.  It’s 8 blocks east from the Metro, and the house itself is fantastic.  The kitchen is well appointed, and has room, and there’s a feel of real rooms to the whole thing.  The upstairs is not enormous, but the master has room for a nice queen size bed, and each of the others could take a double easily.  The basement has potential as an in-law suite, with room for a full-size or double bed in the true basement bedroom, and enough space for a TV and couch and whatnot. 

The back yard isn’t big, but it will be of a good size for partying and whatnot.  We should be able to put in a parking pad, if we decide that it’s needed.

Color me cautiously optimistic.  We’re going to charge hard on this one.

I love that they advertise Mickeys malt liquor.

Coming across a whole rack full of Xserves and Xserve RAID equipment recently had me thinking.  It’s a bit like coming across a feral colony of cats in the midst of an abandoned barn, in my nerdy little head.  They were all still running, and of course, passworded up, and in my head I wondered if I wasn’t really uncovering a piece of archaeological history; as if there was a society still alive deep within the now-absent company’s remaining digital footprint.

And, there were old Macs galore, iMacs of various varietals, from CRT to goose-neck.  A few old G4 towers, and a G5 tower.  Each of these boxes is of limited utility and dubious resale value, so it’s not clear what will happen to them all.

It’s weird what people see in the remains of dead companies.

Dancing To Connect To A Global Tribe : NPR

“Where the Hell is Matt” Harding, “This I Believe.”

It’s a drinking song. Not a funeral dirge.

This is not your song. It is our song. Try to assert ownership over the anthem? It will own you.

Don’t go overboard with the embellishments unless you’re sure you can handle them.

Don’t choose a key that shows off your range. Pick something that you can powerhouse through, not stretch to.

The person leading the anthem should know what the words mean. That means they should probably be old enough for high school at the youngest. Seriously, your kidlet is cute, but doesn’t have the chops yet. Keep em singing. But not that, yet.

Know where the flag is. Sing toward that.

Macro does not approve of this rain bullshit.

Now that’s a way to respond to a troll.

davestroup:

for those days when work has you overwhelmed.

This.

A letter to my daughters about weed - Dan Shapiro - Open Salon

This is quite good.

the-belfry:

This is such an utterly stupid idea I don’t know where to start. How about this: is this really a good time to propose destroying one of the major business sectors of your state? I mean, is there an economic crisis or isn’t there?

Paging Chef Jonas.

McDonnell’s Massive, Sudden U-Turn On Gay Rights - The Daily Dish | By Andrew Sullivan

Good.

Today was all kinds of crazy.  Got a call around noon from a person who used to work for a client recruiting our help.  The IT Admin apparently decided to conduct a password firedrill without telling anyone.  Right after he got terminated.

Yeah.

That’s kinda how today went.

But seriously, Valve & Steam coming to the Mac? It’s the most excited I’ve been to play a game on my Mac since Marathon 2 was announced.

Meaning we’re probably looking at Yet Another Open House. Which means Yet Another Weekend Out of My House.  Yet Another Weekend of Traumatized Felines.  Which means Yet Another Weekend of Inappropriate Feline Pooping.  Which means Yet Another Week Where My Acid Reflux Burns Through My Medicine.  Which means Yet Another Week of Cranky Fucking Tom.

Seriously, I don’t know what the fuck to do.

Okay, I don’t hate Ze Frank.  Or my wife.  Or Michele.