Friday, December 31, 2010

EOY Navel Gazing 

I hate navel gazing. A big waste of time ususally and there's lots more attractive things to ogle. But a couple of things have become more obvious since the big heave-ho earlier this year. Like Scotty said on Star Trek, ya canna repeal the laws of physics. So until time travel is perfected (my next project) a few things are more clear than a year ago:
  1. I don't know of any full time in-house DBAs > 60 years old. I do know of one leading health nut doing a lot of contracting at that advanced age, but nobody charging up the hill as a full time FTE Carbon Based Programming Unit.
  2. No full time DBA openings at homeBase city in last year in my technology.
  3. What are all these kids doing in development? Shouldn't they be carded?

So, one way or another I figure the time to hustle my buns back to the house full time is limited. Maybe to about 18 months. Probably look to do more analysis/architect/curmudgeon work after that, more hands-off. That's just the way it be, as I sees it. Hell, listening to ZZTop while screaming down I-71 is still cool, but Eliminator came out over 25 years ago.

Next year still has some good stuff, and lots of shitty test scripting too. So I'll be along for the ride.

Listening to PPL and waiting for the festivities to start in a little while.

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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 

As 2010 winds down, and 2011 rears it's ugly head, I sit here in the Fortress of Database Excellence and Test Scripting Apathy counting my blessings. Like having a healthy and smart daughter on the right track, and like, having a job, and it's somewhat related to what I do best. It could certainly be a lot worse.

Christmas lunch with in-town sister and crew today in Chinatown. Pretty good. Not even one hate-America statement. I think it may even be penetrating liberal skulls that the stupidity that reigns along the shores of Lake Erie and other Great Lakes may not be sustainable. In any case, we have a new Governor who is happy to provide a size 11 reminder.

Work has stepped away from the shit that was happening earlier in the fall. Still has exposed a nasty side I knew is always possible in I.T., but can lope along cantankerously until more opportunities arise at home. Life is just a little sweeter in Bustown for now.

SadOldGoth sent me the mp3 files for E. Power Biggs Plays Scott Joplin. On a harpsichord. One damn frozen day early in 1977 my 5:00 AM alarm woke me to the selection of The Maple Leaf Rag on the album. This was during the deep freeze of 1977, damn bitter cold. And I had a big hangover from the previous night. Took me five minutes to convince myself I wasn't dead.

As said in another place and time, FarceBook has pretty much taken the place of active blogging for me. Lots of I-71 time in my life, and the weeks are spent in my office-like apartment. Things slowed down just enough for me to post this one now.


Sunday, December 19, 2010

Survived my first annual review at the new job. In what universe is "be more verbose - your writing is terse" consistent with a request to get more vi edit proficient? Martinis last night helped. I think my back wants to seize up, again. Hope not.

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Saturday, December 11, 2010

Turns out my daughter is a country music fan. 10 years of the finest court ordered Kumbiyah down the crapper! Yay!

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Now in the middle of big time testing @ work. Thursday was a really long, hard day. Pretty fucked up yesterday, even this morning.



Sunday, December 05, 2010

Back from NYC, seeing my daughter, meeting with the delightful Erica, and investigating my daughter's BF. He seems good. I shall let him live. Another year. On good behavior.

Noodled around NYC. Came upon this statue. I still claim he engineered the assanation of President Garfield.

And, best of all, Erica helped me complete the first poem since High School. Thus the dang grammar tag. Don't think Patty H is a reader of this blog, so I'm going to let fly with this baby:
There once was a girl from Yonkers
Whose tuches was driving me bonkers
She's sit on one cheek
and let out a squeek
And occasionally suprise me with honkers.
Thank you, Erica. If you want fine poetry or prose, just click on any of the fine blogs to the right. That's about it for my literary output.

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