That's right, I'm posting in the early evening, rather than the wee hours of the night. Why? Because I'm trying to completely rebuild the code for "jumping" and its pissing me off!!
I realize that there were some grand, significant events in the world (so to speak) yesterday, and I didn't acknowledge them at all. Its not that I don't care about the Mars Curiosity Rover, or the fact that some massive meteor shower is bombarding the earth. All of these things fascinate the hell out of me, I was just really damn tired.
Speaking of the meteor shower, I preemptively saw a shooting star last night. You better believe I wished the hell outta that star. Strangely though, I woke up this morning, still dirt poor. No lottery winnings, no mysterious benefactor. Just an allergy-induced sneezing fit to wake me and a microwaved cup of day old coffee to jar me into reality.
Then it was a couple hours of checking and updating emails, Twitter and forum posts. Exciting, I know. I did hear back from Julie Uhrman, the founder of the upcoming Ouya console. It was a brief email, basically stating, "I don't know."
Her brief response is understandable, considering her Twitter post later stated "I did it! I answered every developer email!" Apparently her morning of checking emails is far more exciting than my own. Of course, her shooting star also brought her 6+ million dollars this morning (or whatever its up to now)... I imagine that puts some extra pep in the coffee mug.
*Super Friends narrator voice* Meanwhile! Back in the ghetto of Stevens Point, WI!!
You didn't know central Wisconsin had a ghetto, did ya? Well it does. I've lived here less than a year and the police have shown up 3 times to serve papers to the previous tenants. I also get to listen to a whole lot of "Yo baby momma be sleepin wit my cousin!" disputes every night. Why is it always the cousin?
I envy Quig. You know how this brilliant, purple wonder travels? He smacks a rock with his glowing tail and charges it up into a meteor, which fires off into space, with our cuddly hero riding it like a California surfer; on to the next world.
I'm sitting here, tuning out domestic disputes and wishing on stars; this little bastard is riding them. I'm sure there's some crazy, subliminal stuff happening in my brain that would pay a therapist for the better half of a decade, but I try not to think about those kinds of things.
...alright, I think I've vented enough. I should get back to work.
I'll keep talking, even when you stop listening.