I'm dumping my posessions back into the cardboard boxes that carried them into Seattle. As usual, I found my old journal and wrote down my current life situation. It should have sufficient paper space if I only write one or two times every year, as has been the pattern after 1990 or so. Heh. Actually there's enough paper to last three generations of me if I write at that frequency. If I wrote 18.2 times every second, though, it wouldn't even last until the end of this sentence.
At work I scrounged enough parts to give my barely-assembled work machine a parallel port and a Q-cam power feed. So, there's a (provisional) tech-cam again, although everyone on it is a C or Java programmer this time. Or Ed. Ed gets mad because I question his perceptions. I still don't get it, I probably never will. It doesn't bother me that anything (or everything) might not really have happened. Fortunately, I'm also comfortable with doing things for no well-described reason, so I can still accomplish, sometimes.
"Ascend 'is a crappy'"-- On whiteboard at work
At work, I asked Brett (the other Programmer, very young and very clued) to detail jpeg compression for me (since his programs make up most of our company's proprietary image technologies). He was able to immediately sketch out a little diagram while describing Chroma compression in a fairly organized way. I like working with smart people. It makes me want to be smart. So, right now I'm researching jpeg. Quite a read! ho ho!
Anyway, I've decided to put off the rest of my packing for tomorrow, as I'm feeling tired, and I'm anxious to preserve my hard-won (oh! the agony!) normal sleep patterns.
gdb works so well I keep thinking that it's VAX-11 debug!-- Hank, old-school coder
Oh, and of course since I got hired, all the recruiters who were ignoring me before are calling me back.