It’s rainy as shit here in Madison, and I thought in between two thunder crashes I heard the two-toned harbinger of alien warships from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. They canceled the Madison Marathon and I was reading the JSOnline short blurb about it when a morbid curiosity took over and I clicked on the Comments link. I’m curious like a cat; my friends call me Whiskers! JSOnline comments are typically dickheads trolling as hard they possibly can and dupes being suckered into arguing with them. I was curious to see how the trolls would work stupid obamacare and unions into a story about a race, and I was not disappointed.
Anyways- shit’s been real around here lately. Every three weeks I have to have a whole bunch of work done and I have a review on Tuesday. So sorry gents; normal sniping will return mid-summer and until then I will continue the Nude Post parade.
Wow, while I’ve been busy working, coding, and walking dumbly around Madison the other folk on this website have been up to delightful shenanigans. Some dude shaved a mohawk on his dog. A bunch of supposed ‘fisherfolk’ couldn’t beat a nine-year-old child at catching fish through a hole. RyPy is getting along, and the Lawman/Peapods date draws near.
Apologies for not joining into the Great Debates raging in the comments. Alandovos recently joined Intuit as a new engineer and between on-campus recruiting last week and getting him on-boarded this week things have been fairly hectic.
Early next week we’re heading down to go skiing at Chestnut Mountain in honor of Spacebee’s birthday– it will likely be 90 degrees and raining because this winter is one of the weirdest ones I can remember, BUT using advanced Illinois Technology they will likely have made a small patch of fake snow we can whizz down… directly into the Mississippi River.
Skiing next week, then in March I’ll be out in the Yay Area again sometime, and then at the end of March we’re heading back out to VEGAS(~!) for the first time in a looong time.
I suppose I could have used ‘two’ up there as well; say lah vee.
Since the comments are coming very fast (and very furious) as Cal and I take on the mighty theoretical rhetoric (theorhetoric?) of Madd and Wwhazz I decided to post a quick update on the many goings-on since the last… thing. Jesus, it was just last Thursday.
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After the great Mad-Railers Open Coding Day last Saturday I’m way back into side shit. My typical cycle has me getting very excited about Ruby/Rails/entrepreneurial side work and then my attention gets drawn back into my day job due to hectic schedules until I mope around my house all day and lose all interest in everything. Then I meet up with some cool people doing cool tech stuff and the juices get flowing again. It was great to finally meet the core members of the Madison Rails community.
As a consequence, I started updating whazzing.com again. For now. Well… I made one post. It’s living up to it’s tagline.
My esteemed future brother-in-law has acquired the ability to order Brewers Opening Day tickets for face value. He invited spacebee and I to accompany him and my sister. I am excited about this. Brewers Opening Day @ $200/scalped ticket in the 2nd inning = boo. Brewers Opening Day @ face value and park far away = hell yes , BY GAWD.
I hosted two families at my place this weekend; Friday was extra busy since housekeeping had to get all the linens changed and washed before the 4pm check-ins started to arrive. I narrowly averted a mental breakdown on Saturday but healed nicely on Sunday by laying on the couch all afternoon and evening.
Badgers should be going to the Rose Bowl- I assume we will have a sufficient place to place wild bets and drink to excess up in Door County on New Year’s Day, eh lawman? Sister Bay Bowl, perhaps? The game was pretty fun, even given the fact that they won a million to whatever, and we whooped it up afterward back at our place. I was even afforded the chance to clean out my freezer to keep serving food to the dozen people in my kitchen: fifth of a bag of Totino’s Pizza Rolls? Check. Half a bag of tater tots? Check. Mini-quiches? Check. Black bean empanadas? Check.
I was a little sad about the Packers, but really just seeing that old broken down shitpile Favre stumble around throwing interceptions for the rest of the season is enough to make me consider 2010 a resounding success.
What did you idiots do? AND DON’T SAY TOFURKEY, CAL.
The Wedding of the (Pick One: Week, Month, Year, Decade, Century, Millenium) went off without any hitches at all this weekend! Spacebee and I were married in front or dearest family and friends in Madison on August 28th, 2010 and I couldn’t be happier. There will be much more to come once we get the myriad photos and videos processed and ready for viewing, so for now we’ll focus on the key things we learned this weekend:
The Don does Good Work as a best man, including the ability to carry 20,000 dental remedies at all times.
The Madddddddddddddd Scientist and Rach-O are gonna have a kid. Jesus Christ; nice curveball scientist. Can’t wait for this.
Wedding Summer is over and done (and not too soon)
It’s funny but scary when someone whips a pizza fastball-style at someone’s head from 5 feet away
Again, more to come. For now we’re chilling out in the San Fran area, and we’ll be up in Napa come the end of the week. I think we’ll get the pics back within a few weeks and then I’ll put up a little somethin-somethin for y’all to look at.
There was a lot of wine, booze, and food had by all, and we had to work it off eventually– my personal favorite was the two hour bike ride through Peninsula in the rain and cold. Mercifully, at the the end of the ride we climbed to the top of Eagle Tower. Long story short: ride uphill seven miles, then climb a giant tower. Fun…
We’re heading up to Door County for a long weekend to kick it with both Spacebee’s and my parents. Everyone’s gathering for a nice fall weekend in the North Woods; if all goes well the rain will be kept to a minimum and we’ll get to… I dunno, go on a hayride or some shit. I wouldn’t mind heading up to Warshington Island to hit the hotel for a coffee and some wine.
So all the rest of y’all have a good time yourselves this weekend– we won’t be back until Wednesday. I say Cla and Madd call an uneasy truce and meet for tea and crumpets on Treasure Island. Then maybe play some Battlebots or some shit; I dunno.
First of all: thanks so much to the K’s in P-Ville for having me and my hobo friends up to their fine-ass country home for the weekend. Same as before, I had a fantastic time and I always leave wishing I lived in that magical land.
The weekend was pretty chill-
Friday Night: hard meats (including blood sausage), cheese, smoked fish, porto (ours won 500 medals; how many has yours won?), scotch, and camo high life.
Saturday: The Menfolk went turkey hunting. Us womenfolk stayed behind and did the shopping and cooking. Cookie was on point as usual, creating a wonderful meal that included two (2) chickens in a stewpot, the best root mashers ever, sqwish, Katie’s Klever Kreen Keans (Kelicious!) and an Apple Crisp that tasted like it was cooked by a hyper-intelligent Bakery Squid from Universe X. Alas! The Menfolk did not down a turkey, so the two (2) chickens had to suffice. We also watched the Badgers poop all over themselves versus Iowa in the Homecoming Extravadanza.
Sunday: Two activities consumed the day– Shooting Things in the Backyard and Watching The Packers Kick Ass. Both were fun as all goddamned hell (see above photo) and I hope to do both the next time we travel North to P-Ville. We shot the effigy, shot our juice-bottle-cum-pigeon, shot cans, and in the grand finale Brian shot a full can of expanding foam. A good time was had by all.
I hope your weekend was as fun as mine, but it probably wasn’t!