The Twilight Report

A month or so ago I told my mum (that is Australian for mother, Happy Australia Day) that I thought the project that I was working on might just be impossible, and that I should have told my manager and team leader up front about my estimate of the tractability of the assignment. Suffice it to say I got a really big test case not produce errors today for the first time ever. So I was on the phone with my mum and I told her "It's only going to be a month late. I think that is pretty good for something which is impossible huh?" The whole situation sort of reminds me of the Stan Bush song "Never Surrender" although my favorite of his is still Dare!

Anyway, it occurs to me that my entries of late have been very work centric and more than a little jargon filled. Sorry about that folks. The good news is that I'm having my Australia Day party on Saturday which will be 100% fun and after that I am off to Australia, so I am sure in future entries you will be able to hear what a fun folks are having in the Hudson Valley; hopefully to the point that you wonder if we get anything done ever. Beacon is, after all, the Party Capital of the Universe. I spill over the brim with irony.

So anyway, after talking to mum on the phone about the unmentionable, I got to work baking myself a meat pie to celebrate Australia Day. Yay Australia Day! Hooray, it's Australia Day. Meat pies are very Australian. Anyway, actually it is sort of a dry run for the party on Saturday. I thought it would be good to make sure that I knew how to make it before I started making them en mass. When I extracted a slice it sort of fell apart, but it tasted super good. I attribute this to the indestructibility of the recipe, because I think I did just about everything wrong.

Brad says that he likes meat, and that he likes pies, and that he is looking forward to having the combination of those two good things. Joanna on the other hand will not be missing out, although we are missing her. We miss you Joanna!

Oh I had a discussion with my father last night where I explained, once again, that I am not interested in being an academic. I don't understand why I have to explain this to him every time that I talk to him. It's like fish. He probably still doesn't remember that I don't like fish. I wish he would listen to me.

Somebody tried to hack my web page today. Actually I would say that it was more of a probe that an out right hack. He was trying to insert java script into one of my comment thingies on my web site. Oops sorry, that was computer jargon wasn't it. Ok. Never mind. Suffice it to say Simon Belmont repelled the intruders with his trusty whip. It is a good thing he is a tough mother. I realize that doesn't make any more sense than the jargon, unless you are Tyler. Oh well.