Sometimes I can be such a buffoon. When programming with threads, one must be sure to lock and unlock in the correct order. Also, one must be sure not to do things explicitly marked as no-nos while in a “critical section.” I just lost two hours to this, so I felt the need to whine.
And I mean writing that doesn’t exist, not writing about things that don’t exist. So I’m working on what feels like a novel, perhaps of slightly shorter than what would be considered a big book, but not so short as to not fall into the novel category. It also seems to want to be a young adult book, through it wasn’t one when it was still rattling around in the cobwebs of my lack-of-brain.
Rab is making me start posting regularly. Rather, he had one of his blog secretaries inform me I would be posting regularly. He has secretaries to do his typing, and he doesn’t even post regularly!
I wonder if it is the nature of the beast that when someone does something for a living day in and day out, it stops being fun. I’m starting to worry that may be the case with me. Why am I bringing this up? One reason is due to watching my friend Rab having fun with Python. He’s having fun. He’s doing it for fun, and thus he’s having fun. Doesn’t that sound like fun?
Isn’t is nifty? After a dozen years, I’ve finally updated my personal site to something more modern. Maybe I’ll even keep this blog up! That would amaze and astonish.