View From the Bushes

If you could see me you would notice that my head is lowered in shame. Not only did I not write anything yesterday, but I'm egregiously late posting something today. It's the software's fault (yes I'm aware that computers haven't achieved sentience--yet) but I nevertheless blame the software. Also I hoped to have more time to spend with it, but the cosmos conspired against me. I'm not sure which is less responsible blaming the cosmos or blaming 0's and 1's but this has to be a low point in my history of accepting personal resposibility.

Overall the last few days have been pretty stressful. We're completely redesigning at my day job plus there's a normally occuring quarterly deadline which has doubled up on the same day (June 30th). GenCon is coming faster than I would like. The convention equipment supplier wants $700 to rent an LCD projector for the duration of the Con. The whole world is going to be in town over the next week or so. I so excited about the Tour de France that I can't sleep and because of the cost over-runs at GenCon I'm going to end up being the "Booth Babe". I figure the only way to make that a comfortable experience is to start wearing the chainmail bikini early, so I've been jogging in it.

Lest anyone worry about me (Hi Mom!) I thought I'd wrap things up with a dark and disturbing quote from Shakespeare's Hamlet. Just the sort of dark depressing Danish philosophy that has shamefully never been recorded as a perky dance hit, over a heavy bass-line.

O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Hamlet, Act 2 Scene 2 Lines 286-288

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero,
Ross