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Here is the part where I’m supposed to tell everyone how cool the Hunter Ave. house is.

…and here is the part where I promise pictures.

O! KetelOne how thou art full of surprises!

First we had all those fun experiments with VNC. Using osxvnc to talk to KetelOne from Detonator-3 (using win2vnc to do the talking. Or was that after we had osx2x up and to pass command to Detonator-3 (runnng winvnc to accept connections…) And there’s always vncViewer to put all of D-3 in a window on KetelOne’s desktop.

Now let’s revisit the Screen Spanning Doctor script from a week or so ago. Which works, by the way. Apparently you don’t need to pay for that value-added dual-head action after all. (The CRT is a little on the blue-green side … but you can’t have everything, I suppose…)

Who knows what else is in store for our next episode… Those issues of MacWorld keep showing up with all kinds of wacky tips in them.

Combing through my Amazon wishlist this evening while looking for something else, I came to a particular realization. Well, not that particular…

I stumbled across my entry for Moock’s Actionscript MX definitive guide and it dawned on me that I don’t really work with Flash. Not in any sense that seems worth writing home about. A year ago, when I was pitching myself to every web development and/or design firm in the state of Vermont, I was highlighting my Flash work and my Actionscript know-how. Any a year ago, I genuinely believed that.

This is not to imply that I do not know Flash or Actionscript.

Almost to the contrary, this is to say that a year ago was a very different brainspace for me. A year ago, I was the The Guy That Could Do It All. The proverbial jack-of-all-trades that knew his way around pretty much every web-related technology and could hold his own in a pound-for-pound grudge match to the bit. I *knew* this stuff.

Now it’s more like “on a scale of 1 to 10 I rate in at about a 3 or a 4.” Something along those lines. I know enough to poke my way through what some Flash pro has done. Enough to say stuff like, “I think we need to reference the variables differently in the datafile.” I can get down enough of the nomenclature. And at least I’m not bashful when it comes to saying: “That’s over my head.”

As I scroll through that wishlist looking for the item in question, I notice other titles that seemed of the utmost relevance a year ago. the PHP Cookbook, the MySQL Cookbook, the CSS pocket reference, and all manner of assorted design-related books.

Somehow, I figured out that you can’t do it all. Even if you want to. But you sure can try. And maybe in the process you’ll pick up just enough to figure out the things that matter to you. What rings your bell. What fuels your fire.

I found I like coding like motherfucker. I found I like knowledge systems. I found I wasn’t paying attention to the things that really strike me. But I have the feeling that once I get immersed in all that, I’ll want to be illustrating/designing again. Or worse yet, maybe I’ll want to go back to school.

1. To finally get my team at work adequately staffed so that I can come off of the phone rotation and start focusing on my new “managerial” role. In other words, to do my damn job and stop being the most interrupted man in the universe. (See also, “Blown Buffer”)
2. To have sufficient mental faculties to remember to take lots of pictures of my new house during the inspection. Start my plan to take it from “potentially cool” to “truly kick-ass”.
3. Catch up on my damn sleep.
4. Finish reading Perdido Street Station (so damn close!)
5. Locate lost time; use it wisely.
6. Take a vacation somewhere in the world where beer is revered. Or at least where it is brewed with much reverence. A weekend in Portland, ME will do until then.
7. Convince Wacom engineers to stop wasting their time and just invent a damn pen that tracks anywhere. Processorts are sophisticated enough to render it out on their own…

Sitting at my desk, listening to the soothing rap of the rain against the house, I think about how badly I want to strangle the rat fuck that broke the window on my car today.

I hope the half-dozen CDs (which were almost all burns, by the way) were worth it. Oh, and could you bring my hiking boots back? I was just getting those broken in.

/rant

bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.

BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.

bloodninja: Me too baby.

Cyber-sex sessions gone MAD! Maybe not that funny. But pretty damn funny.

I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism.

I can’t say that what follows is anything approaching a good reason. However: www.johnkerryisadouchebagbutimvotingforhimanyway.com

Er… Uh… Let me get back to you…

Interesting Slashdot piece that is basically a “what am I worth with my degree?” post. The timing seems creepy since I feel like I was just talking about this stuff last night. There’s a lot of comments to get through and I certainly didn’t get through them all. Some are witty, some insightful, and some just plain insulting. The unfortunate, creepy, bottom-line? Way to drive up your expectations and let everyone else bump them up, too. Let’s all pat ourselves on the back for creating an unmaintainable cost-of-living.

Oh, and let’s not slam the waiters, OK.

I’m afraid you’ve reached your limit, sir. Scientists Peg Data’s Speed Limit. (via wired)

WE GOT THE HUNTER STREET HOUSE!!!

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