Compatibility Match

I saw a commerical on TV for one of those on-line dating sites, and I joked with my wife that we should sign up for it and see if it matched us together.  She told me absolutely not.  When I asked her why not, she said it was because I might end up meeting someone better.  Which is just ludicrous, because that’s impossible. There is nobody better than my wife.

When I told B.D. about it, he said he’d be afraid to try it too.  He said knowing his luck the thing would come back and say he and his wife had a 4% compatibility match.  Or worse, his wife would end up on the “Under no circumstances should you date this person…” list.

Worth More Alive

Sometimes, I'm a pain in the keister...a downright turd.  Sometimes, I antagonize my wife, just because I'm bored.  I know I shouldn't.  I just can't help it.  I think the only reason my wife hasn’t offed me yet is that I’m worth more alive than dead.  I mean sure, I have a $90,000 life insurance policy if I die; but alive, she can collect on the reoccurring revenue.

The Mirror

Someone was watching me wash my hands in the bathroom today.  It was creepy.  He didn't do anything to me, but it's just weird to have someone just stand there and watch you wash your hands.  I know what you're thinking...he was just waiting for me to finish so he could use the sink.  Not so.  There are two sinks, and the other one was free.  He didn't use it.  He just stood there staring at me.

What was worse was that he was in there watching me every time I went to the bathroom.  Tomorrow, I think I'll just hold it.

Friendly Fire

I started playing computer games cooperatively with my stepfather back in 1993 with the release of Doom, a wildly popular first-person shooter.  However, our philosophies about the best way to play the game differed greatly.  I was more of the sneak into the room quietly, creep up behind the monster, put one bullet into the back of his head, and then move on to the next target kind of guys.  My stepfather was more of the fling the door open, proceed to fan back and forth, while unloading your entire arsenal of bullets into the room, not sure exactly what you hit because you can't see it through the flare from your gun kind of guys.

I'll admit that his way did serve its purpose and proved effective.  With very little threat to himself, he did manage to wipe out the entire room.  Ammo was plentiful enough, so the cost was acceptable.  There wasn't really a downside to his method.  That is, unless I went into the room first.  Then, I'd find myself being attacked by an unseen enemy.  Hiding behind barriers to escape the monsters' attacks, only to find that somehow they were still managing to hit me.  After suffering multiple deaths on each level, I finally figured out that it was friendly fire that was fragging me.  Who would have thought that I'd have more to fear from my own team than from the monsters?

The Resolution Notes

During our testing phase at work, we write up issues that we find in the code.  These can be anything from a misspelled label to a complete failure in the functionality of a button...and everything in between.  We pass these issues along to the programmers to research and fix.  When they're done, the programmers are supposed to write up their resolution notes, so that we know what and how they fixed the code.  Today, I received the following resolution on an issue I had written up:

"Code changed to fix the problem. Fixed some other things too."

That about says it all.  Should be pretty easy to retest.

The Signpost

I never claimed to be a good example of Christianity. I still struggle and stumble along just like you. I still question and wonder. I try. Sometimes, I still fail. But I would never want your faith to be impacted by my poor example. Because a poor example it will always be. I’m not perfect. I know, I know…that’s hard to believe, but I’m not. And even if I might be farther along in “the walk” than you at the moment, I’m still not the ideal embodiment of all that Christianity entails.

No, I don’t want to be your example. I just want to be a signpost that points you to my example.

To Blow or Not to Blow...

I’m not sure about this whole blowing your nose in the bathroom thing. I mean, is that really a place that you want to be able to smell your surroundings better?