Chicken Parmesan is the ultimate insult. You beat a piece of chicken to a pulp, then dip it into the guts of it’s unborn young before roasting it. Alpha as fuck.
Author: H Walker Jones, Esq
A professional programmer with a sordid past involving sysadmin, tech support, and cooking.
deCordova Museum
The kids are on April break, I took the week off to be with them, and Meghan is at work. It’s a great time to do something out of the ordinary, especially since it’s a bright sunny day.
I know – something educational! Something cultural! Art!
I brought my little heathens to the deCordova Museum‘s sculpture park. (The main museum is closed while they prepare for the summer exhibits.) It’s a huge outdoor exhibit, so they can run around and get some fresh air while taking in some mind-broadening experiences.
When I take the girls to art museums I coax them to pose like the artistic subjects (when possible – modern art gets a little hard). It makes them focus on the art at hand as well as learn to use their bodies, but best of all they think it’s fun.
This was our first time there, but I think we’re going to get a membership now. I had to drag the kids away and bribe them with lunch at a restaurant.
Percy Jackson And The Drunken Bacchanal
I have a new drinking game for listening to Percy Jackson. We’ve been listening to the book series (as read by Jessie Bernstein) when we take car trips together.
I now cringe every time I hear some combination of ‘my’, ‘dear’, and ‘boy’, or hear a totally inappropriate (non-serious) verbal response to an emotional situation. Sometimes the enunciation of some words is downright pedantic and rather awkward.
If I weren’t driving I would take shots to make it more tolerable (and certainly get plastered in the process).
Spring Is Here
A sure sign that spring is here: spring peepers. They’re making a racket tonight.
Fortunately they never seem to wear out their welcome.
Found Some Code…
# check for missing fields
if (!$var1) {
return 'missing_var1';
} elsif (!$var2) {
return 'missing_var2';
} elsif (! $hash->{val1}) {
return 'missing_hash_val1';
} elsif (! $hash->{val2}) {
return 'missing_hash_val2';
} elsif (! $hash->{val3}) {
return 'missing_val3';
} elsif (! $hash->{val4}) {
return 'missing_hash_val4';
} elsif (! $hash->{val5}) {
return 'missing_hash_val5';
} elsif (! $hash->{val6}) {
return 'missing_hash_val6';
} elsif (! $hash->{val7}) {
return 'missing_hash_val7';
} elsif (! $hash->{val7}) {
return 'missing_hash_val8';
} elsif (! $hash->{val9}) {
return 'missing_hash_val9';
} elsif (! $hash->{val10}) {
return 'missing_hash_val10';
} elsif (!$var3) {
return 'missing_var3';
} elsif (!$var4) {
return 'missing_val4';
}[identifiers changed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this is verbatim]
Gee, I wonder if this could be simplified? I really don’t see the pattern…
Sadly, I see code like this much to often. Most of the time it’s old and the developer(s) moved on long ago. I stopped reading TheDailyWTF regularly because it hits too close to home nowadays.
Sniglets
Fartnado: it’s like a tornado, but farts
Old Sturbridge (April 2014)
It’s been a beautiful spring weekend after a stormy March. A trip to Old Sturbridge Village is in order. Its the last day we can bring Butter the dog until autumn.
The Quinebaug River is pretty full after all the storms:
Some of the fields are flooding too. Fortunately the flooded parts aren’t regular exhibits.
Of course, we’re expecting another inch of rain tomorrow night, so this might be even more flooding in a couple of days. Sadly we won’t be around to enjoy the carnage.
We went with our friends Sam and Joanne, and their son. The kids tire each other out quite effectively. I didn’t get a photo of them playing in the dirt.
While there, we accidentally ran into our friends Pat and Kelly. We haven’t seen them since before we moved, so we skipped lunch and caught up instead. Afterwards, when we finally got food, the kids were clearly hungrier than we were but they hadn’t complained while the Pothiers were around – too much fun to notice little things like your stomach gnawing on your backbone.
Alpha and Alpha-Pothier played like it hadn’t been five minutes since the last time they saw each other – they’ve known each other pretty much since birth.
We did get the children to sit still for a couple of seconds to take a group photo. This is the only ‘straight’ photo, the dozen or so others have various rabbit ears and everyone cutting up.
The Hand
AGSS Albacore
When the weather outside is rotten, the logical thing to do is find some indoor activities. Today was such a day so we went to visit AGSS Albacore, an experimental research submarine, in Portsmouth, NH.
The main museum is the submarine, with a nearly-full-access self-guided audio tour. By full-access I mean lying in the bunks, playing with the dive-plane controls, flipping switches, and turning dials. The engine room is completely open (visually, if not physically, since some of the more dangerous bits have barriers).
It was cool because it gave an idea of how the crew lived. Tight quarters everywhere and no wasted space. Fifty guys shared a couple of toilets; I can’t imagine the smell.
The submarine itself was an experiment and was refit several times over its lifetime with enhancements like new propulsion, including an uncommon twin screw design.
The experience is much better than touring the USS Nautilus. The Nautilus is ok if you’ve never seen the inside of a submarine, but everything is off-limits so the tour takes five minutes (or less if you have small children). The guys in the museum office “don’t talk about the Nautilus” and felt quite a bit of pride in the openness of the Albacore vs. the Nautilus. We were in there for nearly three-quarters of an hour, and another half hour in the museum shop (including a video of how the got the submarine to it’s present location).
More Hiking at Harold Parker
Another fine day, another fine trail. This time both kids came along. Winter is grudgingly giving way to spring – a couple of days ago the temperature bottomed out at 0° F, today was in the 50’s, and tomorrow will be below freezing again.
