Year: 2011

Last time I heard a traffic report, it sounded like we had likely surpassed 40km worth of traffic, I was lucky enough to only see about 20-minutes of it on the front line near the cloverleaf. Once I heard my usual Interstate was FUBAR as well, I just split off for the nearest US route.

Remind me, to never take the west side loop *around* Palmetto again, flibbin’ ancient roads that are so tight, you could pick your noise and hit a house, lol.

When you’re watching a video stream, and you recognised the markings on the anime’s computer screen as names of registers on the X86, you know you really need a life. Either that, or you’ve got to ask your self if the shows designer knew some assembly :-S

I had the most sickening thought on the way home tonight. Somewhere Else was playing on the radio when it popped into my head—if after the move is over, I find myself half way down the interstate before I realise that I *don’t* have to do that no more, I’m gonna pull over and kick myself in the tookus.

The difference a decent nights sleep and being in the office makes: I’ve gotten almost 3 times as much done today as yesterday! One upside to moving, is I won’t have to work from home as frequently when there’s something to get done before work…. I like coming in.

Well, I’m still stuck here on account of my mother’s check up, but on the upside, despite her opting to be so early that my battery will be dead before she even sees the freaking doctor.  I’m able to sit in my car and use my phone as a combo radio and 3G connection, hehe.

I wonder how much an inverter to hook up my laptop to the car battery would drain it :-/. That’s the principal reason I’ve never plotted to obtain one.

Awfully tired lately (bloody commute) but things seem to be rolling. Things were to the point that the traffic reporter upgraded things to “Fugly” out there, rather than mealy the clouds dispensing moron gas all across Georgia. Left for work around a quarter ’til seven, got there around nine. When I saw the team lead getting out of his car as I got there, I couldn’t help but wonder, is he that early today, or was traffic that bad? lololol. Been getting out late recently, so I doubt anyone is gonna mind me showing up on time instead of early :-/.

The day’s been fairly normal aside from a short meeting. Gotta love this company really, meetings seem to be fairly infrequent, and I believe keeping them short is the SOP. Hurrah! Even better is when you can program your phone to beep 35 minutes early, get there 10 minutes early, and be working on your laptop before it starts lol.

So far, I’ve two short term desires for study. One, is I’d rather like a return to integration between Blogger and a certain major social network. I may have to jerry rig something using perl/curl to take RSS feeds and update my status. It’d be easy enough to make it a daemon running off vectra. The other desire, is to plan on going cloths shopping some time after the move is done. Can’t say that I have much opinion about cloths in general but this time I rather have a goal. Last time I bought cloths, the goal was replace what I had. That basically ended in getting like 10 shirts divided between green/blue, and throwing them in the cart with some jeans. The fact that I can do clothing shopping in like 5-10 minutes of course, had to infuriate my mother >_>. There’s enough equipment where I work, that the engineering department is never going to be toasty warm, and I’m rather tired of wearing sweaters all the time. Would also be nice to retire the cloths I’m using for work, which are a different set then my usual street cloths. The question is how to get the margin I want? -> Suitable for both work and routine, long sleeves, and most importantly, warm enough to be comfortable at my work station lol. I’ll figure something out by the time I have a budget for it developed.

I’m starting to worry a bit about the impacts stress has been having on me lately, more specifically the stresses my mother manages to exert.

Life is like 200% less stressful now than it was for, at least the last couple of years worth, and much of 2010 in extreme particular. Everything going on with the move has my stress levels frequently elevated, by my rather annoying parental unit. But it’s no where near what it once was. These rounds of increased stress seems to be most pronounced as proximity to my mother increases for any measurable duration, and fairly consistently for a long time. I love her but she drives me batty. What else can I say? It’s like being constantly needled without any prayer of reprieve, and any strategic applications to head it off, often seem to result in larger flurries later on. She doesn’t get it and never will.

My mood often swings rapidly, if my mother is the active stresser, and it’s usually combined with rather dark moods. The only thing that really seems to calm me is switching off the old marbles. It’s like I can be in an excellent mood and she manages to have me in a terrible mood, like clock work.  Worse, the types of aggravation involved frequently forces my train of thought to digress into other matters, ones that bother me greatly on their own without any need of help; as they are issues I’ve been trying to find an answer for without success, for quite a number of years. Thus ramping up the stress level even further. Kind of feels like having a lit cigarette stuck on a soar spot, not nice. On the upside, when I’m working, or succeeding at *trying* to get some rest instead of frustrations, I’m much better, more content, and happier. Of course, that is frequently impacted the same way: my mother has to make like a big bird with radar. That’s another reason why I enjoy Airsoft over PC games, less morons and less opportunity to gain more stress than rest.

Recently the temptation to drift into an armoured shell and rarely be reached again, rears its ugly head in my minds eye. The minds fortress of solitude. That’s what you learn around my family anyway, if you’re not so volatile as some. It doesn’t really help that eleven to twelve hour days (counting commute) largely has me cut off from most people that I care about, and that don’t drive me crackers more often than not. I’m somewhat afraid though, that if I fall into that shell again, I’ll never come back out of it. Some might argue that’s a good thing but hey, if you don’t like me, it’s not my fault :P.

Right now my one major goal is to get the move over with and survive the process.  By 2012, I should have had a month or two to take things easy, between then and now. For the time being however, the only good times seem to be had at work. It’s so peaceful.

Sigh.