On Saturday Gloria, Phil, Walt, Geoff, and I met up at Waffle House around eight o’clock and had some breakfast. Afterward, the men headed up toward Canada, and Gloria headed back to keep the home fires burning.

Gloria, John C., and I just saw Land of the Dead. It was good.

yellow bulldozer
hides behind the toolshed
like a smiling child

My office has been a big mess, especially since all my things from my IQE office invaded it. I kept meaning to clean it, and finally I put it on my To Do list. I put it off for a few days, but the shame of writing the same thing over and over on my daily list finally caught up with me and I started cleaning up. So far, in cleaning out some Really Old boxes from the shelf in the office closet, I have found the following things:

TorgoX has a great RSS feed for Arts and Letters Daily. Not too long ago, they posted an interesting article on the fate of formalism in English poetry. So many current poets are rushing into free verse without learning the received forms that they never master the techniques that formalism tries to perfect.

This morning, my bus broke down on the way to work, and I was over an hour late. While there, I found out that some of my code, which had passed all its tests, was not working properly. It turned out that in some code that said “print if testing, otherwise send mail,” the thing I was printing or sending differed, because I had two variables with too-similar names. My fries, at lunch, were insufficiently salted. On the way out of the office, I realized that I lost my bus tickets – in other words, about $30. I’m pretty sure they fell out of my pocket at lunch.

I am not shy about using some amount of rude language in conversation when it’s appropriate. Heck, I swear about as much as anybody else on IRC (except sungo).

…but first, a note about my location. I am on the bus to work. The bus seems to have broken down in some way, and I believe it’s the result of driving over a traffic cone. I’m hoping we’ll be moving soon, though.

There is a new George A. Romero zombie movie coming out in a few weeks, and I didn’t know about it. I could spend a lot of time being amazed that I didn’t know, but instead I will just jump up and down with joy.

At the Greyhound station in Philadelphia where I catch my bus, there’s an open wireless network. Sometimes I use it to get a few quick messages off or to sync a few files before the long trip home. Today, as we pulled out, we went in the opposite direction of the usual, and I saw a new network pop up as the old went out of range. This made me think that it would be fun (for some values of “fun”) to run MacStumbler on the way out of the city. Right now we’re a little over halfway out, at 30th Street Station, and I’ve already seen about sixty networks. It makes me wish I had a GPS so that I could make a little map. I don’t think I’d have any use for it, but it would be neat.