Sometimes, downtime is good

Work today was really good! I worked on some scripts that were actually fun to work on, for a change. Whee. I still think it's funny asking Jack to make sure I'm "speaking the proper Perl dialect".

After work I came home, and decided to pop in and see if Squid's pillage was going on in PP. It was. Afterwards I had the brilliant idea that perhaps what might make PP a little more interesting for me again would be to swap up my main main and my main alt. So now Janthina is... the Gunner of the Yo-ho Yoyos. Right back where I was two years ago. Go figure. :) I moved Jandora into the Fifth Fist because I still love Cioj and Serle and Dori and Friday (AND SINLAESHEL, HINT HINT) and everyone... but I wanted a change. Given how infrequently I *really* play these days, it might not affect anything anyway.

I went to the gym for an hour after that. Lifted weights, and ran on the treadmill for a while. I think I've figured out what some of my goals are gym-wise, so maybe one of these days I will actually schedule time with a trainer. I can't wait until Heidi's able to come work out again, maybe that'd inspire me to work out a schedule with Megan again as well. Yet, I have continually surprised myself these last few months by being motivated enough to go by myself and work out, really.

Unfortunately, I've basically been wasting the rest of the evening. I did crop more of my Minneapolis pictures, and read up on a bunch of web pages. I found out that the NW Chorale started rehearsing LAST Monday -- oops! I hope they'll take me in on the third week of the season if I show up next week... the fact that I sang Messiah with them two years ago should get me some slack. I'm really looking forward to singing with a real group again, and I can think of it as charity work (since we do our performances to raise money for Northwest Harvest).

Ah well. I guess I'll have to work on cleaning the apartment for real tomorrow and Thursday, or something.

Crikeyball

My bus never showed up this morning. Like, as in, half an hour of never showing up, so I drove downtown and parked by the Brougham-end of the bus tunnel, stopping by Safeco Field on the way to briefly make a ticket exchange. I'll be going to the Mariners games next week on Tuesday and Friday with my mom and stepfather while they're here and all. Fear.

Work was decent again today. Finished writing and reviewing one of the tools I'm working on this week, and now to test it, and to finish off the other. Whee.

After work, I went out to dinner with ssaiscps, who was in town for a few days for some Microsoft-like thing. That was pretty wacky, as I don't think I'd actually seen Andrew in like 3-4 years? I forget. He looks exactly the same, though. I don't know why I expect folks to look different -- anyway, speaking of looking the same, so we're walking down 5th avenue towards the international district, and I thought I saw Alex Kalinin walking towards us -- so I kind of look up and smile to say hi -- except it WASN'T Alex, but it WAS someone I knew from CMU! I don't know if anyone else except maybe jacquez would have known Ryan Donovan... he was another tech writing '98 guy who also took 15-212 and whatnot. We were both fairly surprised to see each other -- and I haven't talked to him in seven years, but we exchanged phone numbers... maybe I'll even call him sometime. We'll see. I suck at the whole phone thing.

Oh, so Andrew and I went to dinner down at Fuji Sushi. It was really good as usual, and it was good to catch up. It stymies me that he's already a fifth-year CS PhD student. Time flies. After dinner we walked down to my car and I gave him a ride to the airport and all, since he had to head back to Yale tonight.

I drove up to the gym after that for volleyball night. There were plenty of people there. I did well at first, but about halfway through the night my left knee started giving out, which sucked, so I called it quits at 10:15pm. My brain had also started giving out by that point, and to be honest, I play volleyball with my brain as much as my body, in some ways. The one awesome thing about the evening though is that I served overhand (instead of my normal underhand or sidearm) the *whole night* and actually got the ball over the net 95% of the time! You see, I don't generally notice the difference that lifting weights makes, but god forbid, I have *muscles* in those upper arms now! Wow!

Anyway, the title of this post comes from this one lady, who kept swearing, except she didn't swear like a normal person, she kept saying stuff like "Oh, *sugar*." and whatnot. At one point she missed a pass and said "Crikey!" Well, we couldn't let that go, and for the rest of the evening people kept saying "Crikey! Blimey, mate!" and whatnot every time they would normally have used a real swearword. It was pretty bloody funny.