Entries for August 2008

Gustav is one sorry pain in the butt. As I write, he's tearing Havana, Cuba apart. The weather stiffs give Houston maybe one chance in 20 of catching the western edge of this Hurricane, but at 150 MPH, the "edge" is bad enough.

So we have to evacuate. God, how I hate this. If I were single, I would have put the cat in a pet hostel this morning, packed the car with a six-pack of Cokes and a box of Nutribars, and Monday, I would drive to a motel over on the west side of...

Pyrotex

Buffy wanted me to do a blogen* on cooking. Okay, Buffy, this one is for you.

It's very nearly impossible to do an adequate job of cooking something -- and I mean by this, all the effort required to chop, slice, mix, thaw, beat, combine, measure, cut, pour, stir, manage the temperature, serve, etc -- AND think about sex at the same time.

And it's a good thing, too. This twist of reality (that is, the impossibility of cooking and simultaneously thinking about sex)...

Pyrotex

nothing fuels a paranoid coffee leavened mania like good ol' fashioned black choppers over ya.

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Turtle

Last week, my new section manager gave us all a pep talk and mentioned some problems he had in learning how to manage a section at SAIC, given that he had never worked for this company before.

One of the posed difficulties appertained to a spreadsheet that I had developed some years ago, and which is available here at Hypography: Waterfall. So after the meeting, I showed him the spreadsheet and suggested it could help him manage the perennial problem: how many people are working...

Pyrotex

I got nuthin'.

Turtle