peliom (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} peliom) wrote,@ 2005-12-18 12:31:00 |
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I would like to see a documentary on the similarities (if any) between hackers and heroin addicts.
I woke up early saturday (before 8am, which is ridiculous). I messed around with various programming ideas, mostly work related, including using the javascript/Cocoa bridge in a WebView. I fixed some difficult bugs. There is no food in the house so as I get hungrier and hungrier and I getting more and more desparate. I don't want to wait on a line or deal with the brunch crowds. Trader Joes on weekends is a madhouse. Noon rolls around and I find some crackers and eat the whole box. More software geekage. I've got my own projects as well. I've been thinking about doing a reminder/notetaking application with AppKit/CoreData, but I only have time to do the design, all my programming cycles are focused on Slide right now (The Mac client is coming along well and I hope to have some cool stuff for macworld).
The crackers bring on a carb-overdose nap attack. No problem, my bed is not far away. After nappage, you guessed it, more coding. I don't even remember what I worked on at this point, I would have to go through the Subversion logs. But it was good stuff, hard bugs, stability issues.
Around 9pm I realize it's saturday night and I have no plans. Nothing's going on, no email traffic on my email lists of friends, it's raining, everyone is married or might as well be and watching netflix or whatever. So I call Spicy Bite (you can order online, but it's flakey...they need ichat or something).
I think the point I am trying to make is that there is a remarkable similarity to eating ramen in the Van during a rainstorm in the middle of the Mojave Desert Preserve, and eating indian food in the Van during a rainstorm up on Bernal Hill. I love the sound of rain pounding on the roof of the van.
It's all about the Peshawari Naan, dude.
I would like to see a documentary on the similarities (if any) between hackers and heroin addicts.
I woke up early saturday (before 8am, which is ridiculous). I messed around with various programming ideas, mostly work related, including using the javascript/Cocoa bridge in a WebView. I fixed some difficult bugs. There is no food in the house so as I get hungrier and hungrier and I getting more and more desparate. I don't want to wait on a line or deal with the brunch crowds. Trader Joes on weekends is a madhouse. Noon rolls around and I find some crackers and eat the whole box. More software geekage. I've got my own projects as well. I've been thinking about doing a reminder/notetaking application with AppKit/CoreData, but I only have time to do the design, all my programming cycles are focused on Slide right now (The Mac client is coming along well and I hope to have some cool stuff for macworld).
The crackers bring on a carb-overdose nap attack. No problem, my bed is not far away. After nappage, you guessed it, more coding. I don't even remember what I worked on at this point, I would have to go through the Subversion logs. But it was good stuff, hard bugs, stability issues.
Around 9pm I realize it's saturday night and I have no plans. Nothing's going on, no email traffic on my email lists of friends, it's raining, everyone is married or might as well be and watching netflix or whatever. So I call Spicy Bite (you can order online, but it's flakey...they need ichat or something).
I think the point I am trying to make is that there is a remarkable similarity to eating ramen in the Van during a rainstorm in the middle of the Mojave Desert Preserve, and eating indian food in the Van during a rainstorm up on Bernal Hill. I love the sound of rain pounding on the roof of the van.
It's all about the Peshawari Naan, dude.
