31 October. Up around 6:20am, checked email. Even browsed Terry #$@$% Teachout for a few minutes. And the blog production? 1,800 bitter, misanthropic words about Halloween and the bizarre competition between God and Satan to see who can piss me off the most at my job. (They're currently running in a dead heat thank you very much.)
Tomorrow I begin my November Project, of which you, Reader(s), are not likely to see more than a couple of excerpts. For your own good I promise. WaxNomic is currently in a not-quite-functional shape but the skeleton is all there, I figured out how to do the tasks that I didn't actually code up, I'm feeling good about the whole thing. My interest in the project leveled off as my thoughts turned to November, but that's OK. I got partially done something that I'd wanted to take up for a while, I learned some Ruby and some Rails (and in the abstract some stuff about Web applications), I got to know my computer a lot better, and most importantly I'm dayshifted. November is looking good and the first day of December is looking like goddamn Christmas.
(Speaking of which: Is Patrick Fitzgerald like the coolest guy in the universe? That press conference was a real Triumph of the Civil Servant moment, and he's left the administration's apologists with nowhere to go. Nice to see someone learn all the lessons, positive and negative, of Ken Starr's Clinton investigation. Signs point to Cheney and Rove: sucks to be George Bush right about now.)
[Oh, minor but joyful Update: This post puts me over 2,000 for the day. I wonder if I'll be able to concentrate on work with so many other things on my mind!]
