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.
It was exhilarating when I got to call India for the first time! Everything seemed outdated at my first internship. The official company-assigned emails were administered through Microsoft Outlook, and nobody knew what was going on or cared much about the big picture. That’s where I learned that most people hate their jobs and are miserable yet content enough. You can imagine how enthralled I was when I could call India on speed dial and they instantly listened AND helped me! My new Indian contact was halfway around the world and I knew immediately that we had the potential to be best friends! We could be spending hours and hours exchanging cultural stories! But no, my Indian guide with a computer-generated, American name wouldn’t spend anymore time with me unless it was purely for tech support. It was just like being at home with Randall when he’s focused on something. And I was alone again. Emo, I know.
My sassy Lovebug said that to me! What a clever little brat. Still doesn’t pick his underwear up off the floor, nope!
The pattern had bewildered me. Its hair was strangely dented at random times and felt crinkled. One day, it felt compelled to expose its secretive habit, and I immediately felt remorse and affection for this characteristic hermit.
About two mornings ago, we had a candid moment while we were lazily reading the headlines in bed. I subscribe to the L.A. Times world news and Randall, to the subreddit, Awww. I was silently lamenting over the Syrian conflict and how their government may resort to using alleged chemical weapons on their own people… while Randall clamors over and exclaims an offbeat remark about this cute wittle puppy. He usually shows me a cute fuzzy wuzzy link every other morning, and I’ve come to realize that he reads these things first everyday! I have yet to catch up to his developer lifestyle. He is a dependent consumer as much as he is a faithful loyalist to his beloved Reddit and Hackernews communities– so much that if I ever use them, he finds it attractive. Nerd alert.
I rarely take Randall shopping with me when I shop for myself. He usually dies inside while feigning contentment. It kills me to see him so unhappy. He recalled this pretty nerdy anecdote when we did happen to go shopping together for the holidays and had passed by an office supply store. Yup, he actually said “the cool guys” did this. I just hope they had something to eat for lunch since they weren’t spending their money on a meal. There are more interesting comics to come of other times I take Randall into the real world on shopping trips where he does and says weird things.