All of the evils that plague humanity? Or ferrets? The two may not be as far apart as you think.
Thursday: We loaded up the car with lunch and a very large turkey breast, then drove several hours to get to Sandy’s house. It was a long way to go, but we sort of had to, because it’s a tradition to see everybody.
Cousin Chris had apparently had good luck deer hunting. He got an 8-pointer, though he said he was a bit nervous about taking the shot, since the deer was looking right at him and didn’t want to turn sideways. Oh well, venison! We saw the Lions lose another football game. This surprised nobody. Most everyone is doing as well as can be expected. We all ate too much food. Then after dinner, we left, and it started raining like hell. I drove half of the way home and was glad to give up the steering wheel to someone else.
Friday: Nobody wanted to get up at 3am and go in search of bargains on consumer electronics. Probably a good idea. We spent time moving furniture and entertaining the cats. We all did end up going to Target later on for other reasons.
I also read most of The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. This is a post-apocalyptic novel, but it’s a Serious Book written by a Serious Author, so none of the main characters have names, there are no details about what caused 99% of all the people and things to die, and there is absolutely no hope at all for anyone. Parts of the author’s description of the world don’t ring true. Apparently, no plants have grown for at least 5 years, and all non-human land animals have died. The worst mass extinction we have records of wasn’t quite that bad, so whatever happened must’ve been a Plot Device, not something bound by physics or biology.
Thanksgiving started very early on Tuesday with going through some unexpected construction at Sky Harbor. At least I got a parking spot close to the bus stop. Then, when I was going through security, I must’ve done something to set off the TSA guy’s alarms, because he asked me to walk backwards, then slowly walk through the metal detector without making any sudden moves. I didn’t set off the detector, though, which was good.
Flying is such fun. I hope nothing like this happens when I get up way too early on Tuesday and get on a plane to Chicago.
Sleeping while in a boring meeting is probably a great thing. However, if you’re going to try that, don’t try the haircut in this picture. It won’t work.
Last week, we heard that there was no coffee on the 7th floor. That really annoyed everyone there, so we made a pot of coffee from our stash of coffee beans and distributed it. At least that didn’t happen this week. Garrett said, “I’m working from home today. My girlfriend’s truck wouldn’t start. I drove her to her job, because if she can’t open the rifle range, there are going to be angry people with guns wandering around, and no one wants that.”
Thursday at work involved a lot of being annoyed with the RPM build process. And very early Friday morning, I have to move a bunch of services from one machine to another.
Where this came from originally, I forget. But it makes me wonder why we haven’t seen more LOLcats in various mainstream media.
Guinea pigs can’t drive 55. So don’t harsh their mellow, brother.
Monday wasn’t really all that exciting. Well, I started Glasshouse by Charles Stross, which has been interesting so far. Robin, the protagonist, is a 27th-century human who’s volunteered for an experiment where he has to live like a 20th-century human for 3 years. He’s not prepared for the rigors of 20th-century life, or how seriously the scientists and other subjects are taking the experiment. And, of course, there are people who are trying to kill him.
It’s been way too long since we’ve had a Fuzzball pic up here.


