LOTR
December 19th 2001 -
The reviews are just pouring in for Lord Of The Rings now, and I’ve been completely unable to prevent myself from reading them, in exactly the same way as I’ve been unable to stop from reading everything else about it. Is it too late to worry about whether this will ruin the enjoyment for me? Actually, I’m fairly confident that I’ll really enjoy it anyway – Elanor, now in Dublin, sent a one-line review (WOW!) and Donncha is seeing it tonight. I’m in a frenzy of anticipation.
Tired
As far as I’m concerned, C++ coding is now finished. Those code changes from the weekend finally made the last difference, and the testbed now all works – I could do a lot more tests in it next, but frankly there isn’t time between now and January 12th to do the bonus testing as well as the example code and doco. So, tough. Now, the last of the Java coding.
Pool
I got knocked off the #1 position in the pool challenge ladder, by John F. Fair enough.
Alistair
I only found out on Friday that Alistair has been in hospital. He took a holiday in Fiji recently, just coming back to Sydney in time for the work sailing day, and enthused about how great it was even though he hurt his foot a tiny bit on some coral. Quite a few people at work have been to Fiji recently. It’s all the rage.
Anyway, the next day, the bacteria from the coral decided to try and kill Alistair. He got blood poisoning and was rushed to hospital and put on antibiotics and drips and oxygen and a heart monitor and all those wonderful things that they connect you to when your internal temperature hits 40 degrees. He was there for three days, then the fever broke and he’s been stuck at home since then, being feeble and week and visited by nurses twice a day with antibiotics.
comics
I dropped over to Alistair’s place last night, and loaned him a whole box of comics – the entire run of Preacher, all of Transmetropolitan so far, the collected Swamp Thing, and a couple of miscellaneous others. And as soon as I got the comics out of the car, the bottom fell out of the box and the comics spread evenly over the wet road. Yay! I hastily packed everything back up, dropped my palm pilot on the road too, and it started raining again. Here, Alistair! A big box of very slightly dampened comics, to spread over your living room carpet. Oh, and why don’t I forget to recover the palm pilot and leave it in the box too, thus making it impossible to post off my sister Claire’s package for the Czech Republic? (It’s just the coat, CB – I’m sending a separate present later). Oh, and only discover when I get home so that I suddenly realise it’s going to be difficult to call up Alistair, too, since that’s the only place where I have the number.
Except, I realised later in the evening, for the backup on the computer. So it’s all sorted out. Sudeep, Al’s flatmate, will bring the palm pilot to work some day when he remembers.
sigh…