Put the latest build on the test phone, and started running the automation routine. There were two builds on Thursday but none were marked as "dogfood" so I just picked the latest.
Lunch was tuna salad sandwich, lots of eye candy visiting. None with I/O badges, but there was a constant stream of those outside heading to and from the company store.
Orchard Supply after work for a wire brush to clean the cast iron griddle, which was a mess from the satay, and some wood stain to apply to the fading teak spirit house in the front garden.
Next stop, The Pear Theater, for their annual locally written one-acts Pear Slices. Eight this time:
Walk The Plank, which was set at a children's birthday party with a pirate theme. Kind of annoying was the fact that they mimed the children. Much more annoying was the playwright's ignorance about computers. Systems Administrators are not the ones who would have job security when jobs are automated, that would be AI experts & coders. I had just spent the afternoon hearing how Google's AI groups were doing just that. And "admin" is a secretary, not the head of a program - that would be a program manager. A systems administrator does not get promoted to admin.
Eagles in Heaven is grandpa barely reaching the camp site with granddaughter, and having a touching, moving conversation about getting old. Granddaughter was wearing a really cute T-shirt (sweat shirt?) showing cat aerobics. It got a little more schmaltzy at the end than it needed to be, but it was my favorite.
An Afternoon Tango a couple asks a lone woman to share a table at a tango dance hall. No spoilers, but suffice to say her costume and accessories telegraph that she is the kind of person the middle class couple spent the evening complaining about. Very topical, but also very transparent.
Stuck in the Middle Three hot dogs on the grill rollers in a convenience store manage to mirror all today's religious dogmas. Hot dogmas. Stunning job by dog on the left.
Intermission had a smaller choice of candies than usual, and $3 for a cookie seems out of line.
A Mind Full of Venom was a noble attempt to recreate a scene between Galileo and his chief church accuser, but it didn't ring true, and was hampered by blown lines and a lack of confidence by the fellow playing the astronomer.
Housemaster 3000 was a slightly amusing "what if" an automated home refused to open the pod bay doors, so to speak.
Helping Out Mrs G tried to tackle the subject of bullying, and had a very strong The Graduate feel to it. Mrs G came across as a lonely cougar in search of fresh meat. I'm not sure that's what the playwright intended.
Duelin' For Keeps is a fun parody on all the Western high noon scenes. It has a kind of O. Henry twist at the end.
Done at about 10:45, Home, made something for dinner.
Plans for Friday:
Work, less traffic because I/O is over
Urology appointment after lunch