November 5th, 2013


One More Monday Achieved

Short team meeting at work this morning, even with 15 minutes talking about one of the team's return from laser eye surgery. Boss had that done not too long ago, but it was a different procedure. Makes me happy I don't need glasses, probably never will. Cataracts will probably get me first. One of the few traits from Dad, who never needed glasses.

Got off track trying to set up a test case so I could write the step-by-step part for Automation to use. One setup works for two cases. I frankly don't think these two can be automated, but now they both have the setup requirements and about 20 steps, plus expected results. Kinda fun tests to run manually, I don't think they should be automated. The test verified that when the incoming TV program loses part of the signal (video, primary audio, secondary audio) what you see on your TV is what the cable company wants you to see. They have a choice of showing a backup program or a "slate" - that's color bars, or maybe a sign which says "technical difficulties, please don't throw your shoe at the cable box". If they lose video but not audio, it can put up a slate while still playing the audio.

An then Automation Guy asked me to see if I could reproduce something which he saw in his testing on the older machine, and I did. And when we asked Boss, he said he forgot to send The Memo. It's a new feature. Poorly implemented because it breaks a very popular procedure.

A few weeks ago I threw a USB bluetooth adapter on the floor thinking the cats would maybe bat it around a little. Kaan is on the floor next to me, having way too much fun with it. It;s the size and shape of a cheap thumb drive, but he can pick it up in his teeth and fling it across the room. He is currently staring at the stack of packing boxes which it is buried in between somewhere, planning his attack.

Late late lunch because of the "new feature". Went to a Korean buffet named China China. They have sushi. Just the basic ones, and they fall apart in your chopsticks, but the fish part is tasty. I don't need the rice, anyway. Lunch is only about $10, so I am fine with just having egg drop soup, one plate of buffet items and a bowl of chocolate soft serve. The calamari rings were especially good today, the spare ribs were especially hard and dry. As usual there was no eye candy at all.

Home, it was already dark by 5:30. Boo, hiss. Watched MNF until 7, a good game for a change, The Bears vs Green Bay. Halftime arrived a couple of minutes after 7, so I headed for Kaiser (the commuter lanes on the expressway open to everyone at 7) to pick up my 3 month's supply of high octane insulin, and a bottle of baby enteric aspirin. Lots of traffic on the roads, and a long slow line at the pharmacy. As I was leaving, I remembered I also wanted some alcohol swabs, but decided the line was too long and I'm not very close to running out of them, and I can probably get them as cheaply online.

Back home, watched the rest of the game with half an eye as I tackled one of the more difficult packing tasks. But first, there was this distinctive box, water-damaged white with silver diagonal bands, falling apart and bearing my Dad's familiar trademark of tons of clear tape, now yellowed with age but still sticking. This used to be the box in which my Bar Mitzvah photo album was stored, but I could see some 4x5s sticking out through the cracks, so I put the box on a tray and exhumed the contents. And broke down the box.

The 4x5s were about 200 sample B&W photos - all the shots the photographer had taken - which my folks used to choose which pictures to have in the album. The album is in pristine condition, though the majority of the people in it no longer are. Myself included. There also was a set of matted photos of each table, and the invitation list divided by table assignment, hand written by Mom, I think, with penciled in (by Dad, I think) notes when people bailed and assignments changed.

There are two photos in larger mattes which I think I asked my folks to have made in color. One is me in full gear in front of the altar, and the other is me & middle sister toasting each other with what look like full wine goblets. There were a lot of shtick photos like that in the 4x5 set.

I rubber banded the table pix and the 4x5s, and set everything back on the shelf minus the box, after seeing that they would easily fit into the medium sized boxes. What went into those instead was from the same shelf, all the vinyl 45s in one box, protected by a pair of pillows, and all the oversized LP and 78 albums, padded with bath towels and cutoffs. I'll put the standard sized 78s albums into a small (book sized) box.

So the big black rack in the livingroom is almost completely packed. There are still some loose, small framed photos and Dad's 8mm Bell & Howell camera. And I'll need something like a mirror pack sized box for the Thai temple rubbings, they are too tall for the medium sized boxes.

Maybe tomorrow I'll visit the movers and see what they have for sale. I apparently get a discount.

Speaking of movers, the one I tried to contact a week ago Saturday tried calling me at the office this morning. I may email him tomorrow evening, which would be a month before the move.

Plans for tomorrow:


Batcave excavated

I'm in the Starbucks formerly referred to as the batcave. The construction of the facade is done, there is no longer the tunnel to the front door , and it looks very nice. The patio are is still chain linked closed, but that's off to the side and I expect it will be enlarged from the former one-table-deep line against the wall to a real patio. Maybe.

It's pretty quiet in here tonight, but there has been some eye candy and I'm trying an eggnog latte. I don't usually have hot drinks, but it didn't seem like something which would work as well on ice.

Which is odd, because IRL I drink refrigerated eggnog straight. Back in college someone gave me the rummmified version, and it ruined it for me.

Before dinner last night my Hgl reading was way high, so I increased my insulin dose by 4 units (which is equal to 20 regular untis). Big Mistake. At 2 am I woke up so insulin shocked that I didn't even think my Hgl was low. My medulla oblongata insisted and I took a reading. 62. Ouch! During the next half hour I vacuumed up two glasses of chocolate milk and nibbled an oreo Klondike bar. By 3 am I was up to 86, still low for me, but good enough to go back to sleep.

Somewhere in there, I think just before I got up, Domino climbed on the bed and climbed on top of Mt. Howard. I love the attention, but when she does this she refuses to lie down, she sits up with all her weight on her paws. It's very uncomfortable. I rolled to the side to get her off, but she just walked across me and sat up on my chest. even more uncomfortable.

Amazingly, all this time Kaan was a brown lump asleep at the foot of the bed on the opposite side.

I slept as long as I could, till about 9:30, Hgl was back up to 220, too high. so I did a smaller morning shot of insulin, and at pre-lunch was still about 180. what I really need is a device which measures my Hgl continuously and feeds me insulin as needed in small doses. They exist, I think, but probably are too expensive for the HMO. And I'm very leary of using one. A dear friend from Stanford Savoyards had an insulin pump, it malfunctioned and killed her.

Work today mostly was proofreading the doc we send out with each software release. when I found 5 errors in the first 5 pages I told Boss it might take a while, but he said someone else wrote the opening section, and he hadn't proofed it. I only found 2 more typos in the rest of the 30+-page doc.

Lunch at Togo's, clam chowder is yummy but the meatball sandwhich was not. Dried out bread (alleged sourdough is not sour) 50% sawdust meatballs. Good marinara. Provolone was cold. But the eye candy made up for it. One woman especially whom I have seen there a couple of times, unfortunately gets her order to go. Perfect complexion, wasp waist, looks amazing in a full length stretch material dress. Also a couple of young women from India and one Filippina pixie who was dressed as well as her not very prosperous looking young man could afford. There are two gorgeous women behind the counter who are, I think, sisters. If they aren't IRL they could pass.

Been listening to Neil Gaiman's self-narrated  Fragile Things in the car. I love his voice, and the knack he has for storytelling. But I've had to skip over chunks because he goes places I don't want to follow. He can be very descriptive. Unlike most of my friends, being scared shitless is not my idea of entertainment.

Chinese woman, middle aged, comes up to me and asks if I am "The Santa Claus". I tell her I frighten children. She asks how they can be frightened of me, I tell her I don't like children, so I frighten them on purpose. I forgot I am wearing a red shirt tonight.

My tennis elbow is mostly okay now, but the sprained elbow is still there. Switched from the tennis elbow strap to a full elbow brace. Much better.

I went onto the movers' web site to verify the address, and the one they have on "contact us" is aresidence net door to the apartment I lived in 3 years ago. Phoned and got the right address, it's in the same building as Peninsula Youth Theater. I'll go on Saturday, I think.

Time to go home, one box to pack, I think.

No real plans for tomorrow except work and 1-on1
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