Covid-19 Days – 63

broderic on May 15, 2020

Let’s get to it early on this off Friday.

I don’t want to turn on the work computer. I don’t want to do some work. We always are in a state of flux. It is what we want to do. I sometimes wonder if I am the only one who sees that the light at the end of the tunnel is a locomotive. The way we’ve built our system is just a bad update from making everything not work, and it seems that they, the bosses, like to make it such.

Doctors believe in “do no harm” as their primary principle. I like to think that it should be the same for companies with legacy code. IniTech doesn’t seem to be. I think that we’ve lost our founding principles in software engineering when we thought we could do agile. In our minds, agile was the “anti” of what we were doing before. It stripped away all ideas of making things better using smart engineering and instead cast us back to the “big ball of mud” days.

Our software culture has really regressed. I am only along for the ride. I am part of the problem.

Mad As In Angry

broderic on July 28, 2012

Almost

Just got home from the Orioles game and a stunning loss to the hated Athletics. I am mad at how the whole thing went down. Mad at Zach Britton for giving up 4 runs in the first. Mad at that Socolovich character who gave up another 3 as the Orioles had taken the lead in the sixth. I am especially mad at Jim Johnson who blew a save and blows chunks since the All-Star game.

It was a game that should’ve been a W. Instead it was a blown opportunity to act like contenders. They battled back all night. Adam Jones is a true All-Star coming through with a lead taking 3 run homer in the fifth. He’s the only good player we have.

This loss was hard to take as we knocked those fuckers down every time. Coming back big time for the lead, but losing on the supposed best reliever. Jim Johnson blows and I still hate him. This loss I blame on the idiot kid who wanted extra innings, because it was always extra innings whenever it was fireworks night. As I told him, you always take a W whenever its given to you. Dumb kid jinxing the team.

At least I have another baseball story to tell. Another ball was hit my way. In the three years sitting in that section for season tickets it was the only night a ball came near, and by near I mean right at me, again.

Top of the sixth. One out. Athletics first baseman Parker up. I’m in Row 2 Section 10 Seat 3. The drunk kid in front of me, the couple on the end, and the kid on the wall. The crack of the bat. “Ball,” yells the kid in front of me! Woa, that’s head right this way! “Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit,” goes the kid in front of me. I think that it’s the dude’s on the end he’s got it. Except i carries some more. I’m gonna have to make a play! It curves in the air away from the end and is right to me, agan! I let it fall. The kid in front of me has it. I feel like a fool. Needed the nephew’s glove tonight. One more time, please.

AJ, All-Star

broderic on June 17, 2012

Orioles @ Nationals (L)

Adam Jones batting against Stephen Strasburg. I think @SimplyAJ lost this battle and struck out.

I made a dumb bet with a friend — a Benjamin, if the Orioles have a better record than the Nationals at the end of the season. As of today, June 16, 2012, they have the same number of wins 38. The Orioles have more losses though. Can they sustain this excellence for the entire season and win me the bet?

Quote of the Day [3.06.12]

broderic on March 6, 2012

“Lumbergh’s gonna have me work on Saturday. I can tell already. I’m gonna end up doing it, because, uh, because I’m a big pussy, which is why I work at Initech to begin with.”

Peter Gibbons (Ron Livingston), Office Space

Shoe Sizing

broderic on July 23, 2011

I can’t decide on what size to keep for a new pair of cycling shoes. The sizes are European 42 or 42.5 or the US 9.5 or 10. The 42 are a snug fit and my toes feel squashed. The 42.5 are slightly not as snug and the toes have plenty of room, maybe too much room. I am torn as I have to return one of the them as these are making a dent into my savings.

My last cycling shoes were slightly too large, a Nike 10.5 when I wear 10 in Nike. I had always wanted smaller cycling shoes so that the clips were in a better position. When the 42.5 are measured against my old shoes, they are slightly smaller. Are they small enough?

The 42 seem to be the better fit except they are slightly tight. If they are now, how will they feel 40 miles from now? 60 miles? 100 miles? Will I be complaining after a century ride? Will I wish for the 42.5 forty miles into a ride? These are the questions that I dread to find out.

For the 42.5, will I be wishing for a snugger fit as they become loose. Will they break in even looser? Will the 42 break in better?

Crap. I can’t decide. At least I know that these 43.5, are too big.

Foolish Games

broderic on May 31, 2011

Faced with a dwindling bank account, I'm trying to cut spending on things that I have control over. I can't change my spending on gas, because it's mostly going to work. I can't change my spending on groceries, because I don't spend much on it. I may have to raise spending on groceries though, because my spending on dining out is outrageous. My cost of housing is fixed. I've cut down on buying manga. And I am trying to limit my electricity bill.It's low, but I am suffering. The thermostat reads 80 and that's with the relatively warm weather lately. It's gonna be a hot week in the 90s and I can imagine the thermostat reading upper 80s. I'm playing chicken with how hot I can manage it. What suffers the most is my sleep. I am on my couch downstairs to try and keep cool, but I am sleeping only in my boxers because it is too hot. I get up two to three times a night, because I am tossing and turning. Tossing and turning on the couch means falling off of it. Perhaps, today I will see if the aircon works. If only for a day…

Freud, a little help?

broderic on April 13, 2011

Snippets of a dream.

I awoke this morning happy and sad at the same time. This one may just be very, very weird, and the twists and turns should make it terrible, but still, I endured and awoke smiling. I believe anytime I think about her (or them or the Ur-girl), I’ll be happy. The closest I’ll get to a female. *sigh*

S came out of my brother’s room. I was surprised.

We’re downstairs. She meets my parents. Dinner? Lunch? It was cold outside
and everyone’s on the couch watching television.

S and bro? They are on the couch together. Her hand’s in his. I am jealous.

I go upstairs and check my brother’s bedroom. There’s only one bed. I am jealous.

I punch the walls. I punch the windows. I storm into my room. My feelings are hurt. This a betrayal! I thought *we* were friends. How could she? How could he?

I try calling CapitolSwell on my cell. Pick up so I can bitch. No answer.

She comes into my room with her little dog. I confront her straight up. “Are you going out with my brother?” She laughs at that. How do I interpret this?

My sister-in-law is there! How do I interpret this?

S looks at the pictures on the wall. She likes one of my self-portraits. I say that’s not the best one. It’s too dark in color and tone and muddy. There’s another self-portrait in around here because I am vain like that. The colorful one hangs in the hall. She likes it too. Is she making small talk? She’s smiling and gay.

She’s got to be leaving soon. I pick up her dog who had pooped on the floor. She picks up the poop and throws it down the drain.

We try to catch up. I think she likes me now.

She says, “Where’s my ribbon for my 30?” What does that mean? Are we that young, because I feel like my 39 year old self. I give her a hug and wish her a happy birthday. Sister-in-law also wishes her well. We are friends now. I think she likes me.

I wake up. What a delicious dream.

Though Thou Thoughts

broderic on March 25, 2011

Did she wear green on St. Patrick’s Day? I know she wore a shamrock sticker. I wasn’t looking anywhere else. “Hey, Irish!”

Black puffy down jacket and tweed pants. I don’t know the color of the top. Purple?

Cute ensemble: jeans, grey sweater, white blouse, an outfit that screams moé. Then the black puffy down jacket. What was missing was the cute striped knit cap she wears backwards.

Monday morning was dress up day. All business. Black suit jacket, skirt, and white leggings or stockings and high heel knee high boots. Yes. I was looking at her legs.

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Purple Passion

broderic on January 19, 2011

After the humiliating defeat to the hated Steelers, what’s a Ravens fan to do? Well instead of getting chocolate wasted, I had to vent my frustrations on twitter (Follow @browsermetrics on twitter yo!) Most of my invective was aimed at Joe Flacco the QB. Well I had to because it would seem like he had lost the game for the Ravens. Two turnovers on consecutive possessions does not make a good outing for a QB. It was bad. And I was angry.

Of course that’s the way the ball bounces. Someone’s got to lose, unfortunately it was the Ravens.

The next day, I felt like pizza. Stopped by the local pizza haunt and look who’s eating lunch — my buddy, Joe Flacco. Should I berate him? Should I yell at him? Give him a sarcastic comment?

I wished him good luck towards next year. He thanked me. As he was leaving the area he signed some autographs for a couple of kids. I couldn’t get angry at him. It was just that one day.

Classy guy. Wish he could’ve won the game. There’s always next year.