Grumpy Old Engineer Corrections *

In which our Hero rambles just a little bit onward before bed with miles to go before he sleeps (except not really, but it’ll make sense if you do ever watch the pep talk assuming he remembers the right poet)

Roses are Red
(plus or minus 500 nanometers
which pretty damned small
if you’re looking at the whole EM spectrum.)

Violets are Red too
on that same scale
Or even just relative to the wavelength
of ELF transmissions to submarines

Or, in Haiku form:

Without careful stats
Playing smart-ass can backfire
Nahhhhh Nahhhh Nah Nahhhh Nahhh!

Or just:

I love you too. 😀

Day-job project just hit a political iceberg. I’m amused and horrified. It’s going to be hilariously ugly.

And it reminds me that 5 years ago I quit my job because my employer wouldn’t get me out of this client. But for now, it’s a chance to catch up on Client 2.

I was planning a time for a meeting and pulled up my work calendar. And it wasn’t good for the other person, but my Monday was clear. Not one single solitary meeting. I was so excited, this was my chance to get so much crap actually done.

Then this afternoon, someone headed out early and said, “Have a good long weekend” and for a moment I felt a crushing sense of loss as I realized my meeting-less day wasn’t going to happen.

And then I realized I didn’t care because woo hoo long weekend!

My declaration of OD bankruptcy is this: I don’t know how to figure out where I lost track of reading you, my dear neglected favourites. I don’t know where to catch up from and I don’t know when I can do it, and it seems easier to just stand here and be attentive because after a few months it’ll all come together.

It should be easier for me. It should be no different from the distant family whose lifelines I briefly cross with in my journeys. Some parts of our lives we know and some parts we don’t, and it should be okay.

I love you, too. I just feel guilty.

Having got word of a cousin having a lonely time of first year university, I have decided that it falls to me, Eldest, to put together a care package that is sufficiently practical, thoughtful and yet utterly bizarre. It seems like a good time to make one of those useless machines, just for her.

Right now my thoughts are:

• A letter
• A yo-yo
• A gift card for a dessert-capable place in her distant and temporary home
• A box of baking soda. (No reason, just that it’ll make her wonder for weeks about what I might have meant for her to use it for.)
• Some school supplies
• A chocolate

Just a little random mid-term pick-me-up. To remind her she’s not forgotten.

I’m not going to link to it, but if you search for the following keywords: “Pep talk kid president” you will find an online video that makes me laugh. It is a good pep talk.

And, yes, I am on your team.

*EDIT*

Dammit. No, I didn’t mean to send my cousin to a Desert-capable place. Dessert. Dessert. Awww screw it, I’m going to bed.