Adam Schabtach's Blog
General blog stuff.
Lots of it, too. It started snowing late last night and hasn’t really stopped since then. The schools are closed, DIA is in “emergency operation mode”, and I’m very glad that I don’t have to drive anywhere this evening.
There are more photos of the snow on my flickr site here.
I got up about 90 minutes later than usual this morning and have felt like I’ve been out of sync ever since. I intended to write a longer post than this but I’m going to settle for something quick.
My head is fine, all things considered. It stopped hurting by Saturday morning and I don’t really notice the sutures except when I do something that makes my scalp tighten, like yawning. (I don’t think that I knew previously that yawning makes my scalp tighten.) I have a sneaking suspicion that they might start itching soon.
[WARNING: This blog entry contains graphic (but hopefully entertaining) descriptions and photos of injuries, blood, sutures, and carpet cleaner. Don’t read it if you’re feeling squeamish. It’s also lengthy and self-indulgent. Don’t read it if you’re feeling impatient. The bottom line is that I’m fine.]
I got up early this morning because I was mad at the kittens. They’d woken me up and my lower back felt out of whack because Edwin had been pressing himself against my hip. This wasn’t the first such incident but for some reason it pushed me across some sort of internal threshold of patience or tolerance.
Yesterday was Hack the Juniper Day. It’s become an unscheduled but annual event here. Gotta keep those nasty evergreens in line.
I’m still bummed that life in the 21st century doesn’t (yet) include a moon base, flying cars, food pills, and shiny jumpsuits, but at least we have a self-balancing, powered unicyle, thanks to Honda:
(Found on a Pink Tentacle posting about the 2009 Tokyo Motor Show, which has photos of some pretty neat cars also.)
According to CNNMoney.com, Software Developer is #12 on the list of the Top 50 Jobs in America. Skipping past the boring stuff about money and opportunity, the Quality of life ratings give a “B” in each of Personal satisfaction, Job security, Future growth, and Low stress[sic–capitalization and lack thereof is theirs, not mine]. I bet that Personal satisfaction rating is higher among Software Developers such as myself who commute by walking down a flight of stairs and who get to work in old jeans and t-shirts while listening to their personal music collection and burning expensive Japanese incense.
There’s a new batch of photos of our cats on my flickr site here. Somehow Widge didn’t show up in any of them. She’s getting old–she spends most of her time sleeping–but she slaps the youngsters around quite energetically when they make a nuisance of themselves.
Some time ago, someone sent Tracie a very funny animated cartoon of a cat trying to wake its owner. There was no credit or title attached to the WMV so I had no idea who did it or where it came from. I liked it partly because the cat behaved in a very cat-like manner.
Today someone else sent Tracie a link to a collection of videos on YouTube, one of which is that cartoon. It turns out that the author/animator is Simon Tofield, the cartoon is titled “Cat Man Do”, and the cat’s name is (appropriately enough) Simon’s Cat. Here it is:
The snow I mentioned in my previous post didn’t amount to anything–just a few random flakes that didn’t add up to any visible accumulation. As of 8:55AM today, however, it looks like this outside:
As you can see the trees haven’t really started dropping their leaves yet. Tracie just pointed out that usually we’ve cut down the peonies before the first snow also, and they have only just begun to turn color. It was warm enough yesterday that the street stayed warm and melted the snow that fell on it. It’s quite cold now, though:
I realize that writing about the weather doesn’t make for the most interesting blog posts, but last year I made a mental note to try to record some notes about the weather for my own reference. Once again it did not snow in September, so I suppose I have to adapt to the changing climate and stop thinking/saying that it usually snows in Boulder before the end of September. It used to do so, but now it doesn’t, it seems. The forecast says it’s going to snow this afternoon; we shall see.