Forty years ago, in Austin, Texas, your humble narrator was born in humble circumstances. Given up for adoption, I had the good fortune to end up with the best parents I ever had. On the day the brought me home, I wonder if they thought I’d look like this:

(Side note: I took this picture with the camera on my Blackberry phone. Right below the lens there’s a tiny mirror. Until today, I didn’t know what it was for!)
I’m trying to work on some new pickup lines. Vote in comments for the ones you like:
1) So, you wanna go outside to my Toyota Corolla?
2) Come here, and I’ll let you rub my bald spot. It’s so masculine!
3) Let’s get out of here, and I’ll let you sit on my huge gut.
Ah… suggestions welcome.
The past couple of years I have managed to find some intermittent direction in my life. I have been working on an Internet project off-and-on, writing a bit, and upgrading my leet skillz when I have time.
This is the year I get off my ass and really get it together.
The Internet project is close. I just added multi-threading to the main program, which triples its performance. A few more enhancements and I’ll start on the user interface, which has only one tricky module.
On the writing front, I am poised, pen over paper, to write a story from my favorite idea. After that, I owe a story for an anthology. Plus I have plenty of other ideas hanging fire.
As for personal development, I’m scheduled for a class on programming, and I have something like 40 hours of computer-based training to help me get my SQL Server certification.
All I have to do is get off my ass and do it, and I feel like this is the year. I figure if I work on something each weeknight, even if it’s only for a little while, I can take the weekends off and still accomplish more than I have in any three years of my life. I have purpose and direction, and it feels good.
As part of that I’m going to try to update my blog a bit more frequently, so we’ll see how that goes. Here’s hoping you have a good 2008, too.
Yeah, I’ve been kind of lazy lately. Haven’t written a post, or much of anything else, in quite some time. First I was busy with the company’s annual Disaster Recovery exercise – two months of intense preparation followed by 40 hours of work in a 48-hour window – and then I was sort of at loose ends after it was over.
Now I’m ramping up on a new project at work, and hoping to get my hobbies rolling again. Which is good, because calling what I’ve been doing lately “goofing off” is an insult to goofs everywhere.
Which ties in to something I was thinking about earlier today. Ever since I was a kid, people have been pushing me to live up to my abilities. My parents wanted me to get better grades, my counselors at camp wanted me to get my certifications (it’s like moving up in the Boy Scouts), and my wife thinks I should find a better paying job.
Now, sometimes this is good – everyone can accomplish more if pushed by a good coach – but I think other people don’t always realize that I don’t value what they do. If I were able to work on nothing but I wanted, I’m sure I would fulfill everyone’s expectations. So far, though, I’ve done what everyone said I needed to do instead of what I wanted to do.
And that’s not going to change, because now I have responsibilities that must be taken care of. Thus, hobbies, which may someday lead to paying work. I sure hope so. And it seems everyone else does, too.