A Whole Lotta Somethin'

Amazingly, not a whole lot goes on for awhile, and then the cosmos just piles it on. Well, consider it piled. All sorts of wonders have happened recently...

The girl has finally been introduced to the mechanical wonder that is the manual transmission. Yesterday, Sunday, was pretty close to perfect. I started learning Objective C in the morning, we got lunch with Ken and Amanda at Panera, and then Amanda started teaching said girl about driving a stick. The deal was that I wasn't allowed to be there, and I wasn't. Ken and I sat in Panera, pondering how we might be able to play Battleship between both of our laptops. Yes, Battleship. Having to laptops across from one another is the perfect environment for doing that, don't you think? "You sank my battleship! And my laptop doesn't respond well to water, damnit!"

So, the girl drove. She stalled. She jerked around a bit. But she's still alive, my car is in one piece, and she made it successfully from Ames to Ollie's, and parked very nicely on an end spot, for a grand total distance of roughly 1000 feet. I'm proud of her. More driving to come :-)

Then, today happened. I'm going to gloss over most of the details of today because it sucked. You don't need to hear me whine about crap that really, in the grand scheme of things, doesn't mean much of anything. So, we'll skip to the only humorous part, which happened post-frustration. A woman in my new office is having a baby. She's concerned because she doesn't know what to name him. The corollary to this story is that I work with a bunch of geek-type people. So, we quickly degraded to providing her ways to name her baby. I eventually came to seeding a random number generator with the due date, and then reducing the output to printable ascii. We then proceeded to do this. Would you like to name your child Biq? She didn't either. But I contend that the theory is sound...

Oh, there's one more thing. The Girl's new occupation should definitely be extension cord assassin. Some assassins use knives. Some use rifles or pistols. And apparently, some use lawnmowers. She has bladed yet another extension cord to death. I'm sure more cords will fall under the blade before she's finished mowing lawns.
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