The Motovation Cliff

I don’t know about ya’ll but somedays (couldn’t have been today, could it?) I’ll just be cruising along on a project, then all of a sudden, I’m done. And not in a good way.

I’ll just loose my focus and drive to make the thing happen, and just kind of wander off (often literally) into the void of the rest of the world.

I assume I’m not the only one this happens to, but what I’m really interested in are your tips for staying the course and/or getting back on track. I know my approach is that I say “Screw it!” and do whatever else for a while to give my mind a break, then eventually bang my head against that wall again.

What do you do, aside from drink?

The Geek in Me

Since I brought the linux box upstairs, I figured I should just stay on my roll; just keep going. So I learned how to update from Fedora 3 to Fedora 4 without using disks.

Anyway, now I’m in the middle of a 1.4 gig update. Yes, I installed every package that came with Fedora, plus a few. Yes, that was dumb. No, I didn’t remove the packages before updating. Yes, that was also dumb.

Sure sign of a long day

Well, I’m pretty sure that my day is shot. Yeah, I’ve only been awake for 40 minutes, but in my last post, when I tried typing in a URL, I used forward slashes. Considering all I’m planning on doing today is coding, that doesn’t bode well.

Maybe I should finally drink that 24oz Rock Star Dag bought me. That way, I can stutter while I talk, too.

More Pics

I just thought I’d mention that there are more pics of The Boy at flickr.

Soho moved, again

What can I say? I got sick on my feet being in the water that was flowing around the basement wall every time I went to do some work on the linux box in the last month. I figured it wasn’t good for the power cords to be wet, either.

Yesterday, after an emergency run home to find a lost (or as she would have put it, “I wasn’t lost, I was just checking out the neighborhood”) dog, I decided to be productive. So I had a beer. Then I moved my desk and computer upstairs.

Fucking Blog Spam

I hate spam. I especially hate blog spam. It’s like someone comes into my house for a dinner party with all my friends and starts selling porn star miracle elixir. After all, “Why let hair get in the way of your intimate moments?”

Spring Wood

…which is different than both spring lines and morning wood.

So anyway, I went and cut and moved wood in a little over a foot of wet spring snow this afternoon instead of going to jazz band and taijutsu. I mean, just in case you wanted to know.

I will now end this incredibly lame post.

House destruction

Part II in the saga of Stooopid aj

Last night, Meg decided it was time to take out the concrete and stone woodstove platform. She got out the pry bar and started taking out the stones so she could reuse them in a patio outside.

Of course, that wasn’t nearly fast enough for me, so I went and got the 12-pound sledge hammer and told her to stand back. An hour later, all the stones were piled up, the concrete chunks were strewn around, and we were looking ruefully at the hole in the floor.

You see, when the folks who built this platform laid it down, they cut away the maple floor and poured the thing on some old press plates laid on the subfloor. So now, we have the same hole in our floor, but with nothing filling it. That’s today’s project, I guess.

Stooopid, impatient aj.

Nerf Injury

Part I in the Saga of Stooopid aj

So yesterday, I bought a nerf gun for the office. It came with a laser sight that had a lense over it. I figured, in my infinite wisdom, hey, why not take out the lense and change the diffuse circle the laser was projecting into a coherent red dot? So I took out the tool that was at hand – my leatherman’s saw – and started cutting. It worked great! It cut right through the plastic, and right into my finger, too.

Stooopid aj.