Trying to decide if my week has been craptacular, or merely craptastic.
Life's been a little bumpy, but mosty it's a work thing.
Code. Un-code. Re-code. Sometimes I get back to my current project's dev wiki to find that the feature I just crafted has been torn out of the spec and replaced by its near-opposite. Usually I get a few hours or even days before that happens, though. Awful. And awfully familiar. It's boom-style develpment, where features shift every time the hot tech blogs get updated.
Camus wrote "Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
Been trying.
Been failing.
I can't keep this up.
I don't know if I can keep this up.
A worthy quote: "I quit every social network I was on so I could have dinner with people."
We went to fabulous Los Angeles on Wednesday. Came back Friday. W's latest screenplay got him some meetings with movie studios (yes!) and he brought me along. Thursday, he took me out to a lovely meal at the elegantly minimalist and hilariously named AXE restaurant in Santa Monica. (Pronounced "Ah-che", of course. Quite the L.A. Story experience.)
We purchased (inexpensive) last-minute upgrades from the check-in kiosk at the airport, which meant the flight was extra bonus comfy. Used some points for a schwanky hotel room, which was good for me, since I worked like a fiend the whole time we were gone. My wrists ache. Not good.
Then tonight we went out with friends for dinner. More people showed up than RSVP-ed, which I should get used to since it just keeps happening. I bungled the reservation at Cha Cha Cha, but one of our group knew about Saigon Saigon. They were able to seat all 13 of us together (at 8:30! on a Saturday!) no problem. And the food was swelligant. I hadn't had Vietnamese spring rolls since we were in Vietnam. So good! So crunchy and fatty and unhealthy... and so good!
I'm happy to be out and feeling healthy again. I'm still a little hoarse and wheezy, but that's nothin'. And it kept me from smoking.
After dinner we trundled over to Doc's Clock for drinks and a chance to catch up with people we hadn't been able to shout to over the long dinner table.
I kept wondering why the Mission bars seemed so low-energy for a Saturday, until someone reminded me of today's date. My many Irish ancestors are tsk-ing in their graves, I'm sure. Unless there's drinking in the afterlife... in which case they're probably still sleeping it off.
It was a good trip, and a dang fine evening out at home. I'm glad you all took such good care of the outside world during my hibernation. Much obliged.
Been out of the house one time this week. I'm sick, and whiny, and sick of being sick and whiny. Giant monsters have colonized my lungs, and while the antibiotics seem to be helping, they aren't working fast enough. All I want to do is sleep and stare at the tee vee.
Mynx nailed it. Stay in for a few days and suddenly the world's a million miles away. I'm gonna start putting messages in bottles and throwing them out the windows soon.
Bleah.
I haven't seen a single one of last year's Oscar-nominated films.
Oh wait. Murderball!
So: one.
That's kind of a lot pathetic if you think about it.