And Other Bad Words
Beta: Dad! If you go to work, you get to socialize with grown ups, get work done, and I get to finish out my turn on the computer! adorable poop-eating grin
Quinn and I: die laughing
Quinn: I think our children are trying to get rid of me!
Beta: Yup.
It’s too cold for playing outside – even sledding isn’t any fun today – so the girls made a fort in the living room where they could watch movies on a tablet.
I think a person’s command-line prompt says a lot about them. Some people have big fancy prompts with tidbits of data; some people have simple black & white prompts. Some people like fancy or frivolous things like smiley and frowny faces based on the error status of the last command; some people are strictly utilitarian. I mostly fall into the last category – I like some color with my prompts when possible, but otherwise I only want to see my name, server, cwd, and VCS branch (if any).
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About two feet of snow fell since last night. We never quite got the blizzardy white-out conditions that were forecast, but we got the right amount of snow, and more was falling as I took this picture.
Wilmington sits in region of Massachusetts that is sadly bereft of protrusive terrain. Coming from hilly Connecticut, I quickly noticed the lack of sledding opportunities.
It’s not all sad flatness, however. We have a great prominence left by the glaciers at the south end of town, by a local ball field. I’m not sure if the hill or the field have a name – Google Maps is currently mum. It appears to be about 100′ high.
From the road, you would never know a sledding track is there, except for the number of cars in the parking lot that appear immediately after a snowfall.
There are two sledding tracks, one steeper than the other. The flatter one is a favorite of the little kids, but the “ruts” tend to be better defined on the steeper track (ironically, making that one the safer track as you’re less likely to drift off-course).
For a couple of years now, I’ve been pushing all the snow in the driveway into a single pile at the end.
As few as six inches of snow makes a pile three feet high, with a run of eight feet.
The kids have dubbed it “Mt. Sled Helens.”
We don’t have many hills of any decent size in this corner of Massachusetts, so this fills the gap when I can’t drive the girls to the good sledding hills.
We took all of the joneslings to see the Mummenschanz at the VETS Theater in Providence tonight. They come through every few decades – the last time I saw them was 25 years ago.
But first: dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (right around the corner from the theater). We relegated the cousins to their own end of the table.
I think it’s safe to say we were all in good spirits.
Finally – the show.
Makes 5-6 servings. Serve with a dollop of sour cream on top!
“No! I work on a cash-only basis.”
“But it’s a perfectly good check!”
“No! I’ll make it very clear. You slip me the cash, and I’ll slip you the wiener.”
“But I don’t have any cash.”
“Then I don’t have a wiener!”
— Adventures in Babysitting
I was reminded over the weekend about The Last Ringbearer while talking with my buddy Sam, who likes The Lord Of the Rings but had never heard of TLR.
The tl;dr version is it’s LOTR as told by the losing side. I enjoyed LTR more than LOTR because it provides more context to the events – the political manoeuvring and intrigue, about-faces, and a far more rational explanation for why the battles portrayed in LOTR are so important.
The original is in Russian, but the English translation is “non-commerical” (the translator’s words) and is free. It can be found at http://ymarkov.livejournal.com/270570.html where the translator provides backstory for why TLR exists and why the translation is free.
