Ouch

Plus my chair just broke. And I hadn't even eaten my fat-filled Cooler Ranch Doritos yet. Boo. Double boo. Stupid IKEA chairs.

[Stressed]

So this is how people get burnt out on work. I have been contracting for this company since roughly the beginning of July. Currently there is a due-date for a set of deliverables that is next Wednesday. This would be fine if anything had been finalized. the art is still changing, the content is still changing, the functionality is still drastically changing. It is impossible for me as a developer to be able to deliver something on time if other people, who my work depends on, cannot deliver their contribution until after the last minute. I just want to stop working.

What I had done so far was great, it was very good at least. But when about 50% of what I had done (okay, 30%) needs to be totally ripped out, three days from when it is expected to be delivered, how can anyone produce what they need to produce? It's like being on a treadmill, man, it totally is. Or like, um, like climbing a mountain, but the mountain keeps growing and shit? Dude, that sucks.

Cedar, you are lucky not to be involved in this one. Wait, though -- maybe if you were, the project wouldn't be a total disaster.

Really?

Matt Clement's son's name is Mattix!

Done!

I finished Harry Potter 6 earlier today. That is all.

Perhaps I Couldn't Handle The Truth

I just want to know what's REALLY going on with Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise; is that so wrong?

Parking Is For Assholes

So yesterday was July 4th, which means a parking nightmare in my neighborhood. Loren and I went to a BBQ at Megan and Chris' house in South Portland (great fun!!!) and came back to the East End in time for the fireworks. When I turned on to my street, I saw that a big pickup truck had parked on our lawn. I parked on the street, totally blocking him in, and went off to see the fireworks. I mean, c'mon, right? Who does that? Note that my parking spot on the street also parked in Loren, who was in the driveway, but she obviously was fine with that!

So we come right back after the fireworks, since I want this guy to get off my lawn. I hang around outside waiting to see if anyone looks like the kind of guy who would park on someone else's lawn. I can't really move my car anywhere at this time since streams of people are walking by and the streets are still totally full. So my plan is at this point to let the guy out and then return to my spot on the street temporarily. So, after a few minutes, some dude in a Yankees hat (obvious bad sign) says, "Is that your blue car?"

I say yes and something about "Interesting parking spot you got there."

His reply: "Well, when you're the owner's son, you can do whatever you want." (I'm trying not to be too negative in this post in the 0.01% chance that the landlord's family might be avid avocadola readers.)

I go to move my car and he says, "Naw, I'm not leavin' for about 15 minutes." Keep in mind there are still no other places to put my car, so I'll have to stay awake and alert for this dude to come get me.

Time passes.

So the dude is ready to leave. At one point Loren or I had the idea that since it might be difficult to find a parking spot we could both squeeze in to our combined spot in the driveway. Hey, the reasoning went, if this jerk did it, why couldn't we? So as I am preparing to drive around the block to return to the driveway and the dude extricates his pickup truck from the lawn/driveway, Loren moves her car over slightly so that both of our cars fit. As it happens, I found a spot on the street and parked there instead. So when I came back to the apartment, the dude was yelling at her, saying, "You're too far over into the next apartment's spot! Don't try to park two cars in your spot or you won't be parking there permanently!" (Or something equally clever and pointlessly threatening.) I laughed, because of the irony of him telling us about parking, and Loren yelled back at him, "Why do you have to be so RUDE?" as he drove away.

Keep in mind we had never seen this guy before: if he was our landlord, who is very nice, I would have made some joke about him destroying the lawn and everybody would have been happy. The fact that a total stranger parks on our lawn, and then gets out of it and never apologizes (and invokes nepotism!) is enough rudeness in and of itself. But to compound that with further (totally pointless) harassment and shouting seems quite wrong.

Hopefully we don't get evicted!

Okay, Now What? Or, Very Fast Digestion (Of Books)

I have now finished all of the Lemony Snicket books as well as the unauthorized autobiography. I cannot wait for the next book to come out! I'm glad I started reading them after eleven have already been published, since (if my theory is correct) I will only have to wait for two more books. Basically, so far every theory I've had about the larger story has been wrong. But I think we'll get some answers soon! Sorry for the vacuous flippant description but I've gotta dash!