it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood today. when i was driving over the bridge, i had a crystal clear view of the olympics. and on my way home, i’m sure i’ll have an amazing view of mt. ranier. whenever i drive across lake washington, on a morning like today, i realize why i live here. why i came back 15 years ago, and why i never want to live anywhere else. i belong here.
well, that’s sweet. enough of that crap. here, where i work, we create these tests, for users of our software. that way, they can take these tests and say “look at me, i’m an EXPERT at this software. yay me!” often, members of my team assist in the creation of this test. it’s a big deal. so today, we were tech reviewing some of the questions that have been written. the questions were displayed up on the wall, and dr. stevil, evildeb and i were present to review. whenever you get dr. stevil, evildeb and i in a room together, chaos ensues. it’s why people usually enjoy working with us, and sometimes find it frustrating as well. it’s evildeb’s fault. she’s very argumentative. in a 2 hour and 45 minute time span, she either argued with us, or bossed us around, 18 times. i kept count. and she has two counts of delusional thinking. we’ll be at this again on monday, the reviewing. it will be interesting to see her final count.
here is a self portrait of me thinking, trying to remember the correct way to use a feature i never use, in a prerelease version of the software.
i have pigtails in my hair today, they look exactly like that.
earlier today, i conducted a test, to see how long it would take me to write 1667 words. if you divided the 50,000 words by 30 days, that would be the daily word count. i’m getting ready for NaNoWriMo, as you can tell. well, i didn’t have enough time to finish 1667 words, before i got interrupted. however, i did manage to write about 40% of the total words needed in 24 minutes. totally doable. i was writing a story about my mo¸r mo¸r’s motel, and her hidden haunted catacombs. i’ll post it on jodiferous when it’s done. maybe i’ll even find some pictures. most people agree, when they hear the stories about the motel, that my mo¸r mo¸r kicked ass. and so did her motel.
it might be time for me to go home now. i think so!