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Last night we went out to buy a few things to send to Alex in Peru, and the sunset was pretty spectacular.

(Dang light posts)

Today I got plugged into Longmont’s gigabit fiber network. It’s called NextLight, and from what I hear it’s the fastest municipal network in the country. Unfortunately I can’t take advantage of the full speed quite yet, because my ten-year-old router isn’t gigabit-capable… I need to find something faster so I can transfer huge files from site to site just for fun.

Take that, CenturyLink and Comcast!

I just got a couple of alerts on my phone about a tornado watch, starting now. It struck me as kind of strange, since outside I see clear blue skies, a few scattered clouds, and a beautiful sun.

The National Weather Service says the same thing:

Who knew? Of course I rode my bike today. Should I head home now, when it’s nice outside, or risk riding through a tornado in a few hours?

Yesterday Zack found an old box of cherry Jello in the back of the pantry. He was bored, so he decided to mix it up and enjoy a little snack. He had the brilliant idea of pouring it into our Han Solo ice cube mold.

As it turns out, Han Solo doesn’t do too well as Jello. Too bad.

Zing’s in the market for a new developer, which means it’s time to poke a little fun at some of the stuff I see in resumes as people apply for a job.

Let’s start with an objective that uses some big words but is basically meaningless:

When applying for a job where you write code, don’t start your cover letter with:

Our job posting says very clearly– in bold font with capital letters– that we’re looking for a local full-time employee. So it’s always great when people say things like:

And finally, something that had me puzzled a bit:

Points for honesty, I guess, but this guy is a long-haul truck driver. No kidding. He’s probably really nice, and hopefully great at his job, but I just don’t understand how a truck driver applies for a job requiring mid- to advanced-level programming skills.

And so, the hunt continues.

Seen on an internet Q&A forum:

Seen on the internet. Funny because it’s true. And tragic.

I just received this email:

It sounds like a dream job: $150k/year, all the vacation and sick days I want, no dress code, wow!

Unfortunately I received it at 7:36pm Mountain Time, and the offer apparently expired at 7:00pm Eastern Time. Dang it!

Today was our second high-school graduation ceremony. Kyra pulled it off!

The weather was a little chilly when we arrived but once the clouds cleared, it warmed up quickly to become quite beautiful. Here’s the crowd, with Mr. Aragon delivering an introductory speech while holding a wizard’s staff:

Kyra chose Ms. Texera, her band teacher, to hand her the diploma. They struck a pose for the camera:

This year’s graduating class was smaller than Alex’s class so the ceremony went a little more quickly. That’s always nice, since almost everyone there only cares about one of the graduates. At the end, the mortarboards flew.

Here’s the happy graduate. She’s wearing white for her 4.0+ GPA, red-and-gold honor cords, and a band award. She was supposed to get another cord for her college-level courses, but some wires got crossed and we’ll need to sort that out.

Her friends Hannah and Alex, who she’s known for something like 15 years, came to support her… as did Alex’s parents!

Grandma and grandpa also made the trip, squeezing it into their busy summer travel schedule:

I’m so proud of my beautiful girl.

Dad spent about 40 years of his life as a meteorologist. But heck, he could’ve saved himself a lot of time if he’d had one of these little doodads that I saw at Walmart yesterday:

It’s a weather forecaster in a box! Less than twenty-five bucks! And it even includes the moon phase… wow!