the flying squirrel

Darcy Casselman's weblog. Just like old times.

working late

Why does August try so hard
to hoist me on my own petard?

—Tom Waits, Empty Pockets

It's nearly 9:00 and I'm still at work. And not because I'm unhappy with the weather, either... Quite the contrary; I'm quite happy with the first real rain we've seen in months. I've got my first design review meeting tomorrow and I haven' t finished the design yet. Which, of course, explains why I'm writing this.

I'm still confident I'll get this thing done in the next hour or so. Maybe longer, if I keep this up, but whatever. I didn't sleep much last night because of a rather nasty headache that kept me up till after 3. Oh, and I seem to be rambling, which means I'm not thinking straight and I should go home soon. Hm... This is horribly reminding me of Calculus.

I came into work to a minor crisis this morning. Nothing new, and happily, it seems to be resolved now. I can't take credit, unfortunately. That's too bad, but it wasn't anything I'm good at anyway. The upshot of it, though, is I'm more stressed out (over and above the fatigue and stress of this design review thing, which I wasn't worried about till about noon today) than I really like to be. And I don't much like stress at all. Gets me all flustered. I can't do anything.

I know. I should get a nice cup of hot chocolate and call this a break.

riding with Hitler

Since it'll probably be another couple months before I make any sort of real effort to get a car, I've been thinking about alternatives again. And then I stumbled upon this:

[ When you ride ALONE you ride with Hitler ! ]

Image courtesy the US National Archives and Records Administration. By " courtesy," of course, I mean "stolen from." But I thought it was pretty wonderful.

Cars suck, and I resent feeling I have to buy one.

i really should buy a car

There's a bunch of stuff I want to do this weekend. Not having a car makes most of them difficult.

Actually, that's not true. Most of them aren't so much difficult as less convenient. I really want to get down to the ( somewhat) new K-W International Cinema to see what they're like. They're playing Wild/White Cherries ( aka Gelbe Kirschen) tomorrow, which looks... German (well, Austrian). I dunno. It may be pretty indifferent, and I can see random German (or even Austrian) movies at the Princess, but I just... I don't know. I want to see it, okay? Sheesh, what do you people want from me, anyway?!

Um, yeah...

I also have this strange yen to go to the Fergus Scottish Festival and Highland Games. For no particular reason. This one, however, is nigh on impossible to get to without a car. In fact, most of the reason I wanted to get a car is so that, on a whim, I can go to crazy stuff like this. But I don't have a car. If I want to do stuff like this, I have to plan months ahead of time. And even when I do—this summer's vowed trip to the Stratford Festival (finally!)—it doesn't seem to happen. Of course, the problem with Stratford this year is that there isn't anything playing that I feel hugely driven to see... Not so much that I feel like going to the trouble of figuring out bus schedules and the like...

The reason I don't have a car yet mostly stems from my unsurpassed ability to procrastinate when faced with having to talk to sales people. This also (partly) explains why I'm still wearing shoes with very large holes in them.

So, as you can see, today's entry is basically just me whining about stuff. Tune in next week for me whining about different stuff!