if you read this, then you probably already know
So yesterday was my last day BMC after 8 years. Monday I start at Zenoss. If you’re wondering how to pronounce that, join the club.
April 5, 2008
March 24, 2008
guess whose mom starting using gtalk?
Note: Your assumptions about your parents’ tech savviness my be outdated. I just got an IM from my moment regarding my status message, “Just call me C-Balls”.
November 11, 2007
the hits! oh, dear Lord, the hits!
I just finished having dinner in the Grand Magrath here in verdant Bangalore. Of course, I had the murgh makhwana, a.k.a, da butta chicken. For entertainment, a dude in a suit sang to karaoke tracks behind a synthesizer/keyboard. Sample fare: “Hello”, “Hey Jude”, “Rhinestone Cowboy” (!!). The guy’s voice cut out on the high notes worse than Skype. I actually laughed out loud when the first verse to “New York, New York” was indistinguishable from “start swinging the noose.” I should have been enjoying the show, though, because as soon as he took a break, the abnormally loud interstitial was late 80s hair music. When I left, Europe’s “Carrie” was blasting. This country is a full-on postmodern trip; every decade, all the time.
February 18, 2007
dreamgirls
This review (esp. the last paragraph) was the closest to my take on Dreamgirls, which I saw last night. The songs are so soul-filtered-through-gaudy-Broadway that I couldn’t enjoy how talented almost everyone in the cast is. It’s like trying to watch that children’s movie, The Polar Express. I don’t care if it’s the Citizen Kane of computer-animated train movies; those simula-people freak me the hell out.
Or maybe it’s like the taste of the teleported steak in The Fly.
February 9, 2007
instead of listening at corporate meetings, might i suggest something like
—-: It’s funny how a software company can have so many software issues.
me: if by funny you mean funny like this:
2:45 PM —-: OUCH!!
me: note to self: take the bus
2:46 PM —-: Yeah, I’m having a hard time sitting right now.