Ug is a beautiful phrase. It is so expressive. Rather, it’s not expressive at all on its own, but it’s a perfect vehicle for body language to turn into an expressive smorgasborg (that’s certainly can’t be spelled correctly!). But, as I was saying before I interrupted myself: Ug.
It’s been a long week. The project I’ve been on was supposed to be delivered to the customer on Tuesday of this week, but lots of different things slipped. I found the memory leak that was holding my part back, so I’m basically ready to ship. Phew. For what it’s worth, “losing” a megabyte of ram every minute into the ether isn’t terribly productive on a system that needs to run for weeks on end. For those who care, I was generating a few linked list objects in an incorrect order, so they were not able to free themselves properly. Poor pointers. So misunderstood, such tangled little beasties they were. Emo pointers.
I saw a funny bumper sticker the other day. “I wish my grass was more emo, so it would cut itself.”. I chuckled.
It’s been an abnormally warm winter, but I’m not complaining. It’s nice to not shiver my brains out on the way to work. I wonder if it’s really climate change, or if it’s just normal sorts of up and down that a planet experiences over time?
Anyway, I just wanted to ramble for a few minutes. I think I’m in the mood to start posting again more often. The anti-post funk seems to be wearing off. Time will tell.