All right! http://www.geek.com/articles/geek-pick/self-sustaining-solar-reactor-creates-clean-hydrogen-fuel-2012044/
Life at Geekhaus continues along its merry way. We’re halfway through the last season of SG1 and although there are those who believe that it just wasn’t the same program without Rick Anderson and Don Davis, I continue to enjoy it and am sad that it’s all going to end soon. Which just means we have to view SGA and SGU again, plus any tv movies we can actually get copies of.
I move at work today. By my count I sat at one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, oooo ! I JUST REALIZED. This is lucky 13! Thirteen desks since I started with the company. Yeah, I thought it had averaged out to once a year. We’re moving one floor down and to the other side, which means I lose the view of the Old School Cylons and the Lions out the front of the building, and now get to glower at the EA logo all day, when I feel like turning around and doing that, that is.
Anyway, I have to get my poop in a group and get out of here. We have to pack and the day’s work must still be done, and I owe 1.5 hours for my running around yesterday re the passports.
Called mOm on the phone yestreen and Katie waltzed in while I was talking to her and she had a nice long chinwag. Keith is heading to the Island this weekend so hopefully mOm will get her grandbaby fix. Katie is inching closer to having her own apartment, but that isn’t because she isn’t looking, it’s because she’s extremely fussy about where she lives and if the front hallway smells like crap she just spins around and steps back out again. Like Keith said when he was four, you don’t want to live where it smells like people are cooking their dinner in a garbage can.
Various and continuing shifts at work made me realize that I am a very small person in a very large enterprise. I don’t have what it takes to run my own business (unless somebody wants to pay me to dream up tunes all the time) and so if I want to stay employed I have to execute according to plan. I just wish I knew what the plan is. I know this makes me sound stupid, and it’s not meant to be a crack at my bosses/supervisors, whom I respect greatly. I am not convinced that anybody in particular knows what’s going on and can relate it to a larger plan, and past experience leads me to believe that we are (in the words of the inimitable Dorothy Dunnett) being ‘ground between magnates”.