*tap tap tap*
Testing, testing. Mic check one two. Mic check one two. I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. I found the pineapple. The black flamingo flies at midnight, but the white raven doesn't see the moon.
Thursday, February 6, 2020
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Willful -- Jacket Blurb and Premise Statement
He can alter reality through sheer willpower alone.
He doesn't remember when it started or how old he actually is. What he does know is that he has been a wizard, a messiah, a superhero, a sociopath, a warrior, and a lover. But of all the things he's been, he's happiest with what he is now: a suburban husband and father.
He doesn't use his abilities much anymore. He might save a beloved pet or keep the neighbor's kid from falling out of a tree. However, recently something has changed. Reality is becoming harder to control. Changes that he made are unravelling, snapping back to their previous form, sending ripples through the fabric of reality and shaking-up his carefully crafted existence.
What frustrates him the most is the feeling that these failures aren't random. It's as if reality itself is fighting back with a purpose. but purpose belies intent and intent belies consciousness.
What is this force opposing him and does he have the will left to fight it? Or, does he even want to?
Reality-altering husband and father wants to maintain his idyllic suburban life. But when his powers start to fail and pieces of reality begin to snap back into their original design, he has to choose between maintaining his diminishing control on reality or living his destiny.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Strength
You can lift twice your body weight over your head? You can run 26 miles? You can balance on one foot at the top of a pole as tall as you are? Is that so?
Well, I can hold the woman I love for 4 hours straight as she sobs every last ounce of pain and frustration out of her body, all while smiling and proving to her how beautiful she really is.
I can cook, shop, clean, and maintain a house while the daughter I adore coughs in my face, sneezes on my food, and drinks from my cup when I'm not looking.
I can feed, burp, and rock back to sleep, an angel only days old while having no sleep, no food, a distraught wife, and a sick kid -- yet still revel in the awe and wonder a newborn baby can bring.
So, tell me again how strong you are ...
(Editorial Note: This is intended as a motivational message, not a literal account of events.)
Well, I can hold the woman I love for 4 hours straight as she sobs every last ounce of pain and frustration out of her body, all while smiling and proving to her how beautiful she really is.
I can cook, shop, clean, and maintain a house while the daughter I adore coughs in my face, sneezes on my food, and drinks from my cup when I'm not looking.
I can feed, burp, and rock back to sleep, an angel only days old while having no sleep, no food, a distraught wife, and a sick kid -- yet still revel in the awe and wonder a newborn baby can bring.
So, tell me again how strong you are ...
(Editorial Note: This is intended as a motivational message, not a literal account of events.)
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Pains in my neck -- April 2013 edition
Closures, Deferred Objects, Promises, and the ideological differences between Serena Dimensions and Git.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
The ONE Comparison You Should Make Today
The only person you should compare yourself to is yesterday's version of you.
(Paraphrased with thanks to Steve Kamb from NerdFitness.com)
http://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/2013/04/04/comparison/
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Ideas From NerdFitness.com
See what prompted this post
Level: 1
MAIN QUESTS
/* ****************************** */
Level: 1
Race: (Larger than average, intelligent ) Goliath?
Current Class: Trainee
Target Class: Ranger/Monk
QUEST LOG
** = Currently Tracked Quests
MAIN QUESTS
- ** Make a Quest Log of things I want to achieve
- With concrete, realistic goals and milestones
- Purchase a single family, 4/3/2, 1800+ sq. ft. house
- Sell current townhome
- Save money to buy out mortgage difference at time of sale
- Stay in current neighborhood
- Travel to Japan
- Learn to speak Japanese
- Hirigana / Katakana
- Kanji
- Particles
- Grammar
- Summer Movie Games
- ** Figure out how to work with ColdFusion ORM (Hibernate)
- See conundrum below
- Work out Wager UI
- Actions list
- Segregate CSS/JS by module
- Weigh 200 lbs or have <= 10% body fat
- Nutrition
- Purchased Meals
- ** 10 purchased meals per week
- 5 purchased meals per week
- 2 purchased meals per week
- 1 purchased meal per week
- Fluids
- Water
- 1 bottle per day
- 2 bottles per day
- 3 bottles per day
- 5 bottles per day (1 / 2 / 2)
- Other
- 2 caffeinated drinks per day
- 1 caffeinated drink per day
- Exercise
- Once per week
- Twice per week
- Thrice per week
- Do 10 pull-ups (optional)
- Do 100 push-ups (optional)
- Homebrewing
- Fermentation Chiller
- Kolsch
- Comic Book Tesseract
- ** Develop and maintain an exercise plan
- Set weekly entertainment goals (no, really) and add to Side Quests
- Manliness / Style
/* ****************************** */
SUMMER MOVIE GAMES ISSUE
Persistent objects (ColdFusion Hibernate) and how to work with them on a site that delays tying the Entities to a User (i.e. can use the site without being logged in). Problem started from an old A List Apart article talking about how sign-up forms are bad. I agree - but to play with the toys of the site requires DB (does it?). Need to check onSessionEnd() to see if I can clear unconnected Entities to prevent DB bloat.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Smells Like Someone Peed on a Herring
I'm pretty certain that a small, furry critter of some kind has decided to to turn our master bedroom wall into its own personal little mouse-olium. (See what I did there? That's very punny.)
Our pest control guy says we're basically SOL. All we can do is wait until the little bastardo dries out naturally. Until then, I will be investing in Febreeze, cinnamon brooms, Yankee candles and any other thing I can think of to mask the smell of life's inevitability. Also, my wife will be sleeping on the couch. The smell in the room is so bad it makes her retch.
By the Flying Spaghetti Monster's holy noddle, it f_cking stinks in there.
Our pest control guy says we're basically SOL. All we can do is wait until the little bastardo dries out naturally. Until then, I will be investing in Febreeze, cinnamon brooms, Yankee candles and any other thing I can think of to mask the smell of life's inevitability. Also, my wife will be sleeping on the couch. The smell in the room is so bad it makes her retch.
By the Flying Spaghetti Monster's holy noddle, it f_cking stinks in there.
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