Everything I used to bore people on newsgroups and mailing lists with, now in one inconvenient place.
I spend some time, not nearly enough, during the holiday finishing up my functional spec for the task assigned to me for this release. And during that time, it has been obvious that the isn’t enough time in the schedule to get it done. So I asked for, and received, permission to work overtime. I committed to work at least 60 hours a week for the next two months. And here it is, the eleventh day in a row of billable work, and I’m already tired.
Sigh. At least the money is good.
Ok, a few weeks ago I bought a 320Gb drive to upgrade my upstairs TiVo, and discovered that although I had rejected a couple of earlier bargain drives because of it, this time I’d forgotten to check it was SATA or not. But then my coworker Rob pointed me towards satacables.com, where they sell a little adaptor doohickey that you slap on the back of a SATA drive and it can be plugged into an IDE cable and Molex power connector. Nifty.
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“Friction makes me hot!”
Here I am skiing near the beginning of doing the Silver Courier du Bois. I look a little tired here, but I’m pretty sure this is the near the first or second feeding station on the first day, so I’m not sure why. Maybe I was just cold? At various points along the way, they made large marks on your bib, such as when you got your pack weighed or when you finished a day. Maybe an efficient system for preventing cheaters, but it sure ruined your bib as a souvenir. But that’s how I know that this was early the first day – no marks.
I already wrote about my memories of the CSM. You can re-read them here.
(This is first of a new series: my mom sent me a bunch of my old pictures for Christmas and I’m in the process of scanning them and uploading them.)
In 1980, I was doing most of my training on road skis because my knees were already hurting. The Southern Ontario Ski Division had their first ever road ski race, and I figured I had an edge on the guys who were normally better than me on the snow because they probably trained mostly on foot. So I lined up on the front row beside guys I knew were way better than me on skis. Well, it turned out that they were still way better than me on road skis, so I quickly ended up in the back of the pack. But at least I was near enough the front of the pack in the first lap to get my picture on the front cover of the first (and probably last) issue of “Track”, the newsletter of the Southern Ontario Ski Division.
In case you can’t figure out which young fit hirsute guy is hiding inside my current old bald and obese shell, I’m the one wearing bib number 532.