Yes. Yes, I do believe that is the case. And in the spirit of spring it started raining about 4AM and it’s not supposed to stop until tomorrow sometime. When the weather is like this it’s something of a blessing to have an office smack in the middle of the building, sans windows. When I’m in here I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA what it’s like outside - so when it’s raining, well, at least I can’t see it. It’s something of a blessing when it’s really nice outside too, though, because then I’m not looking out at some beautiful day - realizing that I’m stuck inside.
HE IS RISEN! HE IS RISEN, INDEED! Yesterday was Easter. At my church they’ve started calling it Resurrection Day, because Easter has become all eggs and candy, and that’s really NOT what it’s all about. What is this world coming to when CHRISTmas is all about presents, and Easter involves a bunny? How has the focus become so skewed?
Dan, as usual, had to work. He’s always working. After contemplating just sitting at home for the afternoon Abby and I headed over to the Klinkster’s for dessert - which turned into a full-fledged meal instead. And we were so glad we went. It was one of those things where ahead of time you convince yourself you’d rather just stay home, that it’ll be a better day, and then after you go you know you made the right decision. If that makes any sense.
Ok. I guess I’m done for now. Mort, I got your email. We’ll talk. Happy Easter. You too Shi. Hope it was a blessed day for both of you.
Wow, I just realized that I haven’t posted on here since Monday.
And even now, there’s really not all that much to say. It’s Friday. It’s Easter weekend. Tonight I’ll probably go out. Tomorrow go visit Miss I-Went-Under-The-Knife-Yesterday. It’s her birthday tomorrow, but since she’s still recovering I think the plan is to hold off on the celebration.
The snow we got the other night- the estimated 8-13 inches - turned out to be about 2 inches instead, and almost all of it melted off the next day, thankfully. As much as I wish for snow in the fall I’m always wanting it gone by spring.
I’m in the process of changing the look of this site again - I guess I like to mix it up. And no, I’m not talking about the background being black now instead of green. Also, I’m hoping to add another section to it. But that’s all in the works. I’m sure you’ll notice when I go live with it, if I ever do.
Aight. I’m out.
I finally installed my front speakers this past Saturday. I didn’t take any shots with the factory speakers installed, but the pictures I did take are here.
C. H. Spurgeon started a sermon with this back in 1855 - and he was only 20 years old at the time. 20 years old! I just started reading “Knowing God” by J. I. Packer, and he quotes it at the beginning of chapter one:
It has been said by someone that “the proper study of mankind is man.” I will not oppose the idea, but I believe it is equally true that the proper study of God’s elect is God; the proper study of a Christian is the Godhead. The highest science, the loftiest speculation, the mightiest philosophy, which can ever engage the attention of a child of God, is the name, the nature, the person, the work, the doings, and the existence of the great God whom he calls his Father.
There is something exceedingly improving to the mind in a contemplation of the Divinity. It is a subject so vast, that all our thoughts are lost in its immensity; so deep, that our pride is drowned in its infinity. Other subjects we can compass and grapple with; in them we feel a kind of self-content, and go our way with the thought, “Behold I am wise.” But when we come to this master science, finding that our plumbline cannot sound its depth, and that our eagle eye cannot see its height, we turn away with the thought that vain man would be wise, but he is like a wild ass’s colt; and with solemn exclamation, “I am but of yesterday, and know nothing.” No subject of contemplation will tend more to humble the mind, than thoughts of God….
But while the subject humbles the mind, it also expands it. He who often thinks of God, will have a larger mind than the man who simply plods around this narrow globe…. The most excellent study for expanding the soul, is the science of Christ, and Him crucified, and the knowledge of the Godhead in the glorious Trinity. Nothing will so enlarge the intellect, nothing so magnify the whole soul of man, as a devout, earnest, continued investigation of the great subject of the Deity.
And, whilst humbling and expanding, this subject is eminently consolatory. Oh, there is, in contemplating Christ, a balm for every wound; in musing on the Father, there is a quietus for every grief; and in the influence of the Holy Ghost, there is a balsam for every sore. Would you lose your sorrow? Would you drown your cares? Then go, plunge yourself in the Godhead’s deepest sea; be lost in his immensity; and you shall come forth as from a couch of rest, refreshed and invigorated. I know nothing which can so comfort the soul; so calm the swelling billows of sorrow and grief; so speak peace to the winds of trial, as a devout musing upon the subject of the Godhead. It is to that subject that I invite you this morning.
Well let’s see. It’s Monday afternoon, and I feel pretty good about the amount of work I’ve been getting done each day. Today was another one of those days. Cleaned up a bunch of code, added some more comments, added some basic error handling, and submitted it all into our source control system. Then I called up our project leader and met with him to go through it with him. He said it looked good, and that’s always a good thing to hear from the project leader…
It feels good to be nearing completion on this task. I still have to make the detailed design for it, add a bit more functionality, make it interact a bit better with the rest of the program, and spice up the error handling a bit, but those are all just _bits_. The main part is done. And I have four weeks left to finish up all of that.
I bought “The Incredibles” on Saturday (after watching it Friday night and deciding it should be in my collection). If you haven’t seen it yet, you should. Good flickage.
Somehow I’m always tired these days.
I’m not gonna say anything because I’ve been drinking and I’m more honest when I’ve been drinking. And I don’t feel like being honest right now, because being honest never solved anything. Really, it didn’t. Trust me.
I mean heck. It’s only 2:24, right?
Guess it’s time for bed. Gone are the college days.
So I’m here at work, and time is running out. We only have *four* weeks left before the delivery of this monolith. It’s amazing how short four weeks can seem. The details are leaning towards nitty gritty, and some issues are yet unresolved. Of course, I can’t really talk about it, I mean, I WOULDN’T WANT TO LOSE MY JOB OR ANYTHING!
So yeah, I just fired (heh, fired) off an email with more questions, the answers to which will permit me to go to the next level of done-ness. Hopefully everything will fall into place as planned, but honestly, how often do things really go according to plan?
I’m a walking example of foiled plans, so for the time being, I’m not planning. Just going through each day, dealing with things as they come to me. It’s true, what my commencement speaker said: “Life is what happens while we’re busy making plans!”
Let’s see, didn’t really do anything for St. Patrick’s day. The only time I left the house was in the evening to drop a couple movies back off at blockbuster before they were late. Then later Dan, Abby and I watched “The Stepford Wives.” Interesting, I guess. It was the sort of movie that now I can say I’ve seen but I’m not sure I’d ever bother watching again. You’re supposed to drink on St. Patty’s day, so Dan and I each had a Cape Cod. Or should I say we each had a glass of vodka that was tinted with cranberry juice. That might be a more realistic comment. Abby had a Mike’s. And then we all went to bed around 2200. Ah, blessed sleep.
What is it now? Two days until spring? NICE.
that my car - my NEW car - got trashed. And it was awful. It started out at the chapel. I parked my car where I normally park, down in the lower lot. As I was walking up the stairs to go into church, I pressed the little lock-my-car-set-the-alarm button, fully expecting to hear the horn of my car assure me all was well in the world. But I didn’t hear it. So I turned around, pressing the button over and over, but still nothing. Well, not NOTHING. Somehow the lock button on my keychain also served as the remote start button for the car next to where I had parked, so it was reving up. NICE. I mean, I can’t lock my car anymore, but I can start someone else’s!
Then I realized my car wasn’t sitting where I had parked it anymore!!! I must have left it in neutral and forgotten the e-brake, because my car had rolled backwards and down the hill. Along the way it had scraped against a tree - doing complete and utter MY CAR IS TOTALLED kind of damage. Axles broken, windows shattered. I mean, the thing looked like it had been broadsided by a mack truck. I can still see it in my head.
My only consolation at the time was that I had paid for the extra GAP protection on my car loan, so hopefully insurance would totally cover it. (I can’t believe I was dreaming about GAP protection. What is the world coming to???)
And then I woke up. As my mind began to clear, I realized I was in my house, in my bed, and my car was sitting happily (did you know a car could be happy?) in my driveway. Unscathed. Unscratched. Untotalled.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and got up to take my shower.