Incite Full

So this week has been a roller coaster week to be certain. the title of Monday’s (or was it Tuesday’s) entry was more prophetic than it was recounting, which is scary. Just in case, let me just say I love being a millionaire. Here is hoping.

At work, issues of reading files have been driving me nuts, especially when everything works perfectly, and then others are change their files without my knowledge. If this makes no sense to you, imagine learning to drive (for some of you, this is harder than others), and then, without your knowledge, left turns on red become legal, right of way becomes left of way, and speed limits are actually followed. It’s similar enough to driving, but not the same. This is exactly what happened at work. Fixing the issue was simple, but the monetary damage of driving is the pride of coding, and I felt this one remarkably close to home. Besides, why don’t people follow the standards?

Other than that, a lot of the other things I’ve done this week came together and worked great for test 1, and tests 2-10 million are next week, so we’ll see.

Last night, after work, Stephanie and I went to the Farmer’s market. If you don’t know Stephanie, you’ll know her soon. There is a picture of what she would like you to think she looks like to the left. We headed off to the farmer’s market in South Pasadena, where these “Green parrots” were making so much noise. I quote this mostly because I feel Steph is way off, they are bats. Or some migratory bird that is more akin to a buzzard than a parrot. In any event, they were not talking.

I picked up some sourdough bread, sweet I-talian basil, and some broccoli. To be honest, everything there looks great, I just wasn’t in the mood to get vegetables or oranges, which is mostly what they had.

After eating papusas, and a bunch of fat jokes, we headed to Le Petit Vendome, for our weekly wine tasting. I say weekly, and mean random Thursday night encounters, but it was a great night. We always skip whites, Stephanie because she hates them, me because I’m a sheep. Actually, I just don’t know enough about wine and want to be able to talk about it with someone. That and I don’t want to pay 38 dollars for wine tastings. Which I almost did anyways.

It would be a crime for me to omit the cheese we had. Unfortunately, one was forgettable, and the other’s name escapes me- but it was a sheep’s milk cheese from Spain (I think). The aged Wisconsin Cheddar was simply amazing, though. I could buy and eat pounds of this stuff for dinner. Imagine the most perfect cheese you’ve ever had, and this one beats it, as far as I’m concerned. I’m thinking cheddar muffins, are in the future.

Next time I’ll have to try the aged Chimay.

After that we went to Magnolia, where we got some drinks, discussed life and all of its glory, and strolled home. That was it, although I did make bacon upone my return for today’s sourdough carnivastic sandwhich. I can still taste it now.