I’m staring at source code again. This time it’s not mine. I’m not looking for a flaw. I’m not trying to fix something. I’m just trying to understand; hundreds of files, thousands of functions, millions of lines. I stare...

Groping around in the dark, that’s where I am today. The lights are on, but there is not much to see. At least that’s the way it feels when I’m debugging this nasty piece of spaghetti. There’s no one to blame but myself. I rolled...

We are gathered here today to give our final respects to good bit of OOP that has now been taken on a different path through life and the beyond. Like its father before it, and its father, and so on, ad nauseum, the little OR map that could, young Cheops...

I spent most of the day yesterday in a conference room with about a thousand other co-workers of mine. I know them all personally. You should have seen the size of the table! But seriously, it was a mandatory training session for the likes of us unruly...

Sometimes, when I'm not too busy working, eating, sleeping, playing, and cutting my toenails, I take a few moments to read what's on the web. Some of it is directed at my favorite news sites, some of it at bloggers I know and some of it at random stuff...

It seems like every workday starts out pretty much the same as every other workday. The alarm goes off. I get out of bed. I stumble into the shower. My mind fogs over as quickly as the mirrors. And then, somehow, I arrive at work. Every Day! Now I don...

All my really good post ideas come from dreams I had the morning before writing them. Dreams are funny beasts. Someone told me long ago that dreams are just the side effect of your brain analyzing events from the days before, and it’s the emotions...

I hit the water fins first, kicking inward as I touched down to keep myself from dropping completely below the waves. Paul was already in the water, ten or twenty yards away with his bouyancy vest fully inflated, bobbing in the shadow of a cliff wall...

Mialee sat on a lone barrel in the corner of the ship’s hold. Her body was weary from the constant pounding of the ocean waves. She knew in her heart that elves should never travel by sea, but it was not the discomfort that plagued her, it was the...

The cat is finally out of the bag. I know, I know, with my posts it seems like every other one has some animal jumping out of some type of enclosure. If it's not a bag then its some box filled with radioactive isotopes. Maybe its just that it happens...