Well I’ll be a monkey’s second cousin twice removed – it’s been so long since I posted I’m feeling like shelfoo. Long story short: I took myself off the grid for a little while to spend some time with the family and to start weaning myself from my crippling TonyHawk-OnlinePoker-Bloglines addiction. I call it detox, my wife calls it “getting a life.” Tomato, Tomahto, eh? Whether we call the whole thing off or not, I owe an update…
It started last Sunday (Sunday! Sunday!) as the project team flew to Surrey (they sold us the whole seat, but we only needed the edge) to deploy our mad pimpin’ (and totally ph4t) software to production. We proceeded to work something like 22 of the next 24 hours, including a lovely stretch at about 2:30 in the morning when Eskimo Bill and I were frantically verifying an Axis patch I coded so that we could sleep.
That wasn’t the worst part, though. The worst part was when Oracle melted down. You know how people always tell you Oracle never melts down? Well, as Sean Connery would tell you, Never Say Never (Again). Although maybe he should’ve at least muttered a subtle “no” when they asked him to debase himself for First Knight. I mean c’mon. I liked it the first time when it was called Excalibur. And didn’t suck. Like Oracle. That night.
Monday, I was exhausted, spent and probably hallucinating, but Eskimo Bill managed to talk me into going for beers and then checking out the new Doom movie. (To be clear, talking me into going for beers and then checking out the new Doom movie is slightly easier than asking Hulk Hogan to rip off his shirt and do a leg drop.) It would be one in the morning by the time I slept.
Tuesday was supposed to be a nice gentle slope: a half day then back to the hotel before going out to our release celebration. I thought I might catch a cup o’ java with the Luesinkian Menace, but it was not to be. There was work to do, and depite raving half dead screeds to the contrary, we did not skip dinner to go home and sleep (that would’ve been the grown-up thing to do) but instead went to the Keg. We drank a lot, ate some food, and did the whole party thing. I’d love to tell you that afterward we went back to the hotel for some much needed rest and not that we went to Earl’s and drank eight shooters, but I’m an honourable man.
We zombied our way through Wednesday and flew home. I wasn’t really myself again until Monday, when it took me about 3 hours to fix a bug that the undead version of me (along with help from the undead Popowich and the undead Tran) failed to track down during a fair bit of Tuesday and a lot of Wednesday. For what it’s worth, despite the inevitable deployment headaches, the client heaped accolades upon us and there was much rejoicing.
That brings us to Halloween. Most honourable number one and number two sons went out trick or treating with Marie, while I dressed up especially for the occasion (or in my every day dress, as Mr. Kuz would put it) as the headless hippie. Here’s a picture. Just in case you don’t know which one is me, I’m not the bat (that’s Gabriel) or the mouse (that’s Xander.) The costume was effective enough that a few kids wouldn’t come up the stairs when I opened the door, but Marie assures me that has little to do with the costume.
Tuesday was the staff meeting. We skipped out early to hit the CAMUG meeting, where we hooked up with the Ront. Followers of that little known English dialect known as Rontglish will be happy to know he has coined another word: presentators.
Speaking of the Ront (aka Fronto, aka Beer-out-of-Rag, aka Skinhead Newfie), he has started up his own little blog, The Rontologist. He likes to rant about horrible code (who doesn’t?) and he’s in the process of taking the Hibernate kool-aid so I can get the skinny without getting wet. So far the word is not that great my friends.
On Wednesday, it took me an hour and a freakin’ half to get to work because for some reason when the first snow falls it seems half the city forgets how to drive. After work I came home, hung out, and then sat on the computer. I opened up my blog, and hit the “Write” button and started typing…
Well, I’ll be a…
 Don’t get me Ron, I think Fronto’s a great dev and even better friend, he just doesn’t know how talk good sometimes.