I just spent three hours fighting with time-zones support in a project then I realized “fuck it, my audience knows how to count” and decided they can just use UTC and like it.
Kicked ass yesterday, followed Neal Peart’s adivice of “Kick your own ass, gently”. Meaning, make a list of things to do and then do them and after you have done them, allow yourself to be satisfied with what you accomplished.
Also did a bunch of email replies to people that I’ve wanted to reconnect with for years. The “zero inbox” thing I starting to turn become great because it removes the spectre of “Oh man, look at all the stuff I have to to” and replaces it with, “Ok, I have these 3 things to take care of.” it becomes a functional version of ‘out of sight, out of mind.’
So I started throwing together another quick web-site idea last night. It’s one I’ve had in mind for about two years. I started it back then but I petered out since work at the time was taking all my energy.
Work is still taking all my energy, but I decided that it’s something I need to work through. I’ve put my work time for this new project on my calendar so I get reminded at 8PM every night that I need to put in an hour of work on it. That approach worked for getting me to start writing a journal again, so I hope it can work here.
Quizilla’s 9 year birthday was a few days ago, too, so maybe there’s some timing there too.
Last night my wife an I were on couch watching Tivo’d episodes of something or other. I think I was looking at laptops online, she was looking at the Quizilla Wikipedia page.
People still use Quizilla, like, all the time. That staggered me. Someone has been updating it’s page to have a play-by-play of all the outages, issues and problems. That staggered me some more.
I have been toying with the idea of re-rolling Quizilla for at least 4 years now; I even spent a few thousand on a lawyer to figure out my legal positions if Viacom/MTV ever tried to come after me (short answer: I’m in the clear).
Maybe it’s time I should do it, though I have so many irons in the fire I don’t know if I can really find the time. Moving to be a full-time CTO (read: no longer writing code) at my day job may help, but then I have to move my ass and finish Rubyproof because it’ll be a year in October since I started it.
But I really want to try to see if I can reclaim some of the old Quizilla magic. Under a new name of course.
I could try and get myself fired here, or quit, but I still actually believe that my current company will succeed — at least long enough for me to say I’ve been CTO for a funded company.
- 15:04 I just finished Viacom/MTV Networks. The end boss is really hard. #
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Somone else took an idea of mine: Tokoni
I had that idea about 3 years ago with my mom. This time I’m not mad, I’m starting to see things like that as validations that my ideas are, in fact, good ideas even if I never perused them.
require File.dirname(__FILE__) + '/../spec_helper'
describe "RickAstly" do
before(:each) do
@rick = RickAstley.new(:rickrolled => true)
end
it "should never give you up" do
@rick.give_you_up?.should be_false
end
it "should never let you down" do
@rick.let_down(you).should == 'never'
end
it "should never run around and hurt you" do
@rick.run_around.andand.hurt_you.should be_nil
end
it "should never make you cry" do
@rick.make_cry(you).should have(0).things
end
it "should never say goodbye" do
lambda { @rick.say('goodbye') }.should raise_error(RickAstley::InvalidStringError)
end
it "should never tell a lie and hurt you" do
@rick.tell.should_not respond_to(:lie)
end
end
Two weird dreams. I blame the pulled pork from Texas Roadhouse last night.
First, I was in a house and the bedroom has holes in the roof and no windows. I put plastic over the hole and windows, and then a friend came over and pointed out there was also holes in the wall. Woke up after that.
Second, stranger. I was driving my car and I had a section of chain-link fence on the roof/hood. I was driving through a park and slammed on the brakes for no reason. The fence piece zoomed off and careened over a rise and down a hill and almost hit a child playing soccer but he jumped out of the way. People yelled, I ran away.
I was walking in the same park, found another section of fence and kicked it. Somehow I was awesome-strong and it raced across the ground toward another child. I covered my eyes thinking he was a gonner, but in the end he jumped out of the way too.
Fast forward to a room with people, like a meeting but more like and intervention with a psych saying I had homicidal-depression tendencies and I needed to be medicated for them. Woke up. Very weird.
