I went and rode the bus yesterday. The bus schedule isn’t that great about telling you which bus stop the bus actually stops at, but at least it was very close on the times. I think I’m going to like riding the bus, even though this time, I was too busy looking out the window to get more than a few pages of my book read. And the ride back in the afternoon was bearable even though the driver apologized for the A/C only being at half strength. (It was 111 F yesterday at 5:00pm, for those of you who are not familiar with Phoenix/Tempe weather.)
The Impossible Bird is a lot like “The Matrix” crossed with “The Sixth Sense”, with the addition of aliens. Despite that, the story hangs together and I can suspend disbelief. So far. I’m only a bit over halfway through the book, though, and the author could easily do a Neal Stephenson on the ending.
There is a rather annoying and stupid problem that’s been happening for the last few months at work. Sometimes, machines that are heavily loaded are assigned tons of work, while machines that are lightly loaded are assigned little work. This is exactly the opposite of what should be happening. A couple of us think we may have a way to fix it, which would be pretty cool. The approach should work in theory. (I want to live in Theory. Everything works in Theory.) There are some questions I don’t know the answers to, though. Guess it’s time to find out.