At work I’m wrangling with Drupal, which in addition to remarkable complexity, has doc pages like this:

“In as much on our waiter attainment this service, then worthy to turn up with the help of this, that given tobe displayed in a time let it run the cron.php”.

Yeah, the whole page is like that.

I’m also feeding the fish at the office regularly, which makes them happy, and wiping down my desk more because it is the place where all scum and dust goes when it dies. Sadly our local lunch haunt, Pho Green Papaya, is under new ownership and has started listing to port, quality-wise.

It appears to be sunny and I have no caustic comments on that matter.

Yesterday I started my summer term course in calculus at Portland State Uni. It feels very curious to be back in Neuberger Hall after an 8-year hiatus (since graduation). The smell of the stairwell made my hairs stand up. I have some confidence that this will Go Well, but not without Some Tears, likely. Actually, I am already fiscally lachrymose: on top of the course’s $600 price tag: a TWO HUNDRED FIVE DOLLAR TEXTBOOK. And it’s only the first of three textbooks. It’s hot damn good the other two are not required because, excuse me, Fuck That.

This weekend I am taking an immersive pinhole camera workshop at the Oregon College of Arts & Crafts. I am not sure what to expect therein.

Mr. Pencil spent some time this week fabricating some sort of blow-fan out of a tube and a motor and a battery. There was grinding and screwing.

The dog is well.

There. End of expository transmission.

Tags: Life, pencils

Found on BoingBoing. Pencil-related. But creeeeee-PY.

Tags: creepy, pencils, yikes

2008 is breaths away and the Pencils are ready!

Right now, Mr. Pencil is moving his telescope (laboriously) down from the 4th floor (attic) in Chez Pencil, with the goal of getting a good look at Mars. Mars, see, the planet, it’s closer to earth this week than it will be for another dozen or more years. Something along those lines.

Being sick this weekend gave us a wonderful opportunity to catch up on some much-neglected Warcraft-ing. All in all, one of the least productive weekends in a while, and, except for our sickness (me: sore throat, snot; him: snot, sinusy, coughing), it was everything I could ever hope for. Between bouts of Warcraft there was napping and eating and drinking. And some reading. Although it doesn’t look like I’m going to make it through 1000-page book #52 by midnight (I’m on page 650).

I’m honestly excited about 2008. I kind of have a knack for objective- and goal-setting (I’m strangely organized in that department. Go figure.) and so I’m whipping up some mighty-detailed spreadsheets for stuff I want to do in the coming year.

My 2007 goals went fairly well, with an overall success rate of about 60%. I want to aim to achieve 75% of this year’s goals, however. Woop!

By the way, this post didn’t so much have a point as it had several, unplanned ones. Sorry.

Tags: goals, holidays, new year, pencils, sick, warcraft