giant fluffy Newfoundland dogTuesday. Not a whole lot to say, really, though. We’re trying out an upgrade of an important piece of software at work. If it works out, I’ll put it on all the real boxes (and not just the test boxes) tomorrow. Yay, or something.

Been reading To Your Scattered Bodies Go by Philip José Farmer. It’s sort of interesting in that one of the major theses is that people will still be complete @#$%ers to each other even if everyone is comfortable, has enough to eat, and enough to drink. And of course, it has Nazis, aliens, violence, an extremely weird mystery/puzzle that the protagonist is trying to solve, and sex. What more could you want out of a sci-fi novel?