We are moving again in three weeks to San Francisco/East Bay area to attend fellow hackathons and such. The last two times that we moved, I worked full time and left the unpacking to Randall. It turned out like this image above each time; he only unpacked his laptop and some books on hacking. That was it! He didn’t see the problem, just “the essentials”.
Randall speeds sometimes and tells me we just have to get to 88 mph. It took me a few years to realize that this is because he pretends he’s in the movie, Back to the Future. He wasn’t proud that it took me so long to understand. Now, we speed if there’s a van behind us because it means that “the Libyans are coming.”
When Randall read The Bug by Ellen Ullman, he withdrew himself and complained of how sad he felt in response to the story. I knew it was the first time (in a long time) that he had read fiction and I assumed it must’ve been a good book! I’ve heard that the protagonist is a programmer in the 1980’s, and the bug is actually referring to a bug in code. I don’t want to attempt to summarize it any further, because I haven’t read it yet. I can say that Randall does recommend it, despite his reaction.
Sorry babe. That’s life. Most people identify with Scribbles the Chihuahua more than PaaS. I sure do!
I thought it was pretty funny when my coworker could recall the formal names of teeth just because her husband talks about them all the time. It’s entertaining what we pick up from our family members and their lines of work.
Our friend has natural Billy Mays-like powers for beard growing and he mentioned that he is under some playful pressure to grow it out. Randall has burst with beard envy twice now. The beard will need a name.
Randall claims that he programs in his dreams and I’ve heard that other programmers do too. I hear him mumbling commands in his sleep until he wakes up super excited to code! On the other hand, I can recall some of his bad dreams where he will yelp about zombies or installing servers. I suppose those two are equally bad. Poor thing.