I got back this afternoon from Eastern North Carolina
, mainly the counties of
Sampson and Bladen; I was out there for cousin
. Time constraints didn't allow me to head to the coast for further visitin'.
I've just awakened from a nearly six-hour nap, and could probably sleep another six hours - the general "family reunion on mucho steroids" cacophony of it all made it difficult to sleep these last few days and nights, this on top of a week (at home) in which I didn't get much sleep.
So I was pretty much a zombie during most of it, running on autopilot,
struggling to keep my eyes open, with a few sporadic moments of lucid and
schmoozable existence in my general feeling of Raymondness, in this demimonde that hasn't heard of /., Everything
Death Borg, streaming media, component models, or Koyaanisqatsi. Eleven minutes to Stravinsky. Can hear it on Linux now, new RealPlayer codecs. Licensed the MSAudio codec. Will it run on Linux? Stravinsky, ten
I did some coding, but with pen and paper only, so I had the chance to look
over all the code and see how awful it was, and massage it into something
purty and functional; much more got written than would have, had I been
sitting in front of my monitor, just spontaneously barfing out code and
wondering what went wrong. If I'd brought some floppies with me, I could have
typed it up on the old Performa 465 that was there, but in my haste to get
there to begin with, I didn't make a complete list of things-to-throw-in-the-backpack, forgetting floppies, and also my Walkman.
When my aunt and uncle decide to get themselves an iMac, I hope to convince them to let me install Debian on their Performa, rather than have the box consigned to the attic or landfill.
Oy! I'm still trying to shake the cobwebs and drowse out of my itty bitty head.
It has been a disorienting five or six days indeed.