07/13/2011

This summer the kids have plenty of time on their hands, and they’re all reading a ton of books. Of course that’s a good thing. Zack chooses mainly comic books, and for some reason he’s taken to reading some of them aloud. When he finds one that he thinks is particularly funny, he’ll turn to whoever happens to be in the room at the time and say, “Hey, this is really funny” and then read the text. He’ll also do it from memory when he’s sitting at dinner or in the car or wherever. He’s got some favorites, and we get to hear them over and over again.

The only problem is he simply says what’s written. Often we don’t know what comic it is (Calvin and Hobbes? Baby Blues? Get Fuzzy?) and he doesn’t distinguish any of the voices. So it’s sort of a stream of words– no telling what the scene is, or when we’re switching characters– and when he’s done he absolutely cracks up. The rest of us kind of roll our eyes.

Strange kid.

07/11/2011

I’m writing a proposal for a project and noticed one of (many) quirks of English.

do not = don’t
can not = can’t
should not = shouldn’t
will not = won’t?

It seems like the contraction for will not should really be willn’t. Hmm.

07/03/2011

I was waiting at a stoplight on Hwy 66 last night and the sunset was pretty cool. It had the “starburst” rays streaming out of the clouds. I snapped a picture with my ‘Droid, which has surprisingly good picture quality (considering its focal length and all that). Too bad there are cars and telephone poles and whatnot…

Which begs the question: do telephone poles really transmit telephone over those wires? Or are they power lines? Either way, I thought all of that stuff is underground these days…

07/02/2011

As I continue looking for a new employee, I get to wade through the usual emails from Indian consulting firms, freelancers across the country, and generally unqualified applicants. Every now and then one really stands out… in a bad way.

Today’s is a woman who sent a video resume. I guess it’s her talking about how awesome she is, or maybe a movie of her writing code and drinking Dr. Pepper. I’ll never know because…

Wow, RealPlayer? That’s so 1998. Before Flash, before QuickTime, before HTML5, there was the choppy always-buffering RealPlayer. I can’t believe anyone’s using it any more, much less a company whose business model is (apparently) to allow you to upload your videos to share with potential employers. And even more so, a candidate who wants to be seriously considered for a job that uses web technology.

So the hunt continues.

07/01/2011

Ahh, everyone loves the security questions that online vendors put in place to “protect” us. Here’s one I’m stumped on right now…

My library card number? Who the crap knows their library card number?

Since this is completely inane, I’m going with my fallback as suggested by my friend Dustin:

That one’s always fun when you’re on the phone with customer support and they have to ask you “Who’s your daddy?”

06/30/2011

Although a phone number ending in -0999 is fun to say when people ask, it turns out it makes it really hard to spell anything. I was poking around the internets tonight and found a little program that takes a phone number and tells you all of the words you can spell with it.

SC-0-OLA-0999
SB-0-OLA-0999
RB-0-OLA-0999
RA-0-OLA-0999
PB-0-OLA-0999
PA-0-OLA-0999
720-OLA-0999
SC-06-LA-0999
SC-06-KC-0999
SC-0-OK-20999
SB-06-LA-0999
SB-06-KC-0999
SB-0-OK-20999
RB-06-LA-0999
RB-06-KC-0999
RB-0-OK-20999
RA-06-LA-0999
RA-06-KC-0999
RA-0-OK-20999
PB-06-LA-0999
PB-06-KC-0999
PB-0-OK-20999
PA-06-LA-0999
PA-06-KC-0999
PA-0-OK-20999
7206-LA-0999
7206-KC-0999
720-OK-20999

Yeah, so those are pretty awesome and easy to remember. And seriously, this program thinks “SC” and “SB” and “PB” are words? I suppose you could argue they’re state abbreviations and chemical symbols, respectively, but hardly useful for spelling a phone number.

About two years ago I registered a Google Voice number for Zing Studios that ends in -ZING. Too bad I don’t remember the first six digits.

06/30/2011

Laralee is on her annual pilgrimage to Burley, Idaho to visit her mom for a week. The kids are with her, leaving me a lone man at home. So I’m taking care of the usual chores– I even did some laundry this evening!

Aside from the nightly adventure of putting the chickens (yes, the chickens) into their coop, I need to let the rats loose so they can get a bit of exercise. They’re pretty darn funny because after being locked in a cage all day, they’re really really excited to get out and run around our bedroom. I close the door so they’re at least somewhat contained, and they spend twenty minutes exploring all of the nooks and crannies* around the room.

Roxy is the funny one because she’s young, energetic, and– if I can be blunt– not very bright. The window is open to let in some cool night air, and there’s a box fan blowing. She loves sitting on the windowsill, so she keeps trying to get up there. It’s about a two-foot jump from the floor, and she’s attempted it a couple of times but can’t quite make it. So she whacks against the wall, recovers for a second, and then hops across the carpet looking for something new. Coconut, who is older and presumably wiser, knows better and chooses to climb my back instead, perching on my shoulder as I type this. Crazy rodents.

So for now it’s fun bachelor time, but in a day or two I’ll be missing everyone (the house is sure quiet!) and awaiting their return. It sounds like they’re having a good time up in Idaho, though, so all’s well.

* Does anyone ever talk about just a nook? Or just a cranny? It seems like it’s always “nooks and crannies”.