#RepressedAnger, #RepressedSarcasm, #INeedToStayEmployed

Developer: "I can undo the code with the memory leak, but that would add back the deadlock problem."
Boss: "I do not endorse adding back deadlocks."
UIM: (thinks) "Can we also make sure we stop adding Grimlocks?"

Quick status update.

Things are going well enough.

Weather is nice in bursts, so I've again started making lunch dates with cow-orkers whom I've known and liked for years.

Frage and I are straightening up the home a little each night.

I've been throwing a few more gags and emails from the back files into this web log, in no particular pattern, but assigned to the dates I originally wrote them.

I'm not saying that I feel quite like a room without a roof, but things are okay.

Why UIM is not a rapper. (#001)

"If you're having girl problems
I feel bad for you, son.
I got 99 problems, but
a female love interest with significantly different goals and bad communication skills
is not one."

Maybe we've got a motto there. Let's translate it into Latin and stick it under a shield.

UIM: "Well, I'm sorry I pushed the joke too far."
Frage: "No, you be you, honey."
UIM: "Awwww."
Frage: "And suffer the consequences."
UIM: "Grrrr."

Nothing you can do sometimes, because MFBC

(While in a cab on the way to work one morning, thanks to Metra trains running way behind, we discussed certain untrustworthy processes at my workplace.)
Frage: "I argued that, on the business end, but I'm sorry I couldn't stop the insanity."
UIM: "You couldn't have stopped the insanity, because no one is going to listen to the sane.  You could only have stopped it with worse insanity, because Motherf^{kers Be Crazy."
(Pause.)
UIM: " ' Hey, why do UIM and Frage have matching tattoos of MFBC on their clavicles?'  'Because Motherf^{kers Be Crazy.' "
Frage: "We might have to use it as the monogram on our wedding invitations."

I always assume everyone thinks this, in response to anything I say.

"And why should I listen to the depressed scribbling guy hunched in the corner?"

#RepressedSarcasm

"Well, I'm looking at the man in the mirror, asking him to change his ways. He's just telling me to f^{k off.."

#RepressedAnger

"Some folks ruffle my feathers.  You pluck my wings, then bitch at me when I can't fly."

Stutter-steps towards a better me: Trying to replace profanity when I am angry

FUTHARK (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elder_Futhark)

FUZZBUCKET

FUSSBUDGET

PUSBUCKET

CRABNUGGETS

MUDPUZZLE

DUBGUPPY

BUGDUMPER

TUGPUMPER

HUGLUMPER

MUGBUMPER

GRUBLUGGER

GRASS-VOLE

DICE-TOLL

Four years, a lot of emotional mileage, and a lot of bewilderment

Friends don't let friends post bewildered, of course.

But, I am still around, and still crappy at staying in touch with people.

But there have been some heavy changes since I killed the previous incarnation of the GWBench.

Dad passed away in the summer of 2010. It was a quick downhill slide for him between late April and Late August - pancreatic cancer. I would not wish that one anyone, even the people I have hated. (By contrast, I probably would wish upon people I hate something like... well, bedbugs in their urethras.)

Mom retired from working last year, and has to confront that her packrat tendencies have complicated her life. She's making changes, and generally, I think she is happier.

And since the fall of 2010, I have been dating a woman who still seems to like me. I just finished moving in with her a few weeks ago, and I am dealing with the constant challenges of NOT FUCKING THIS RELATIONSHIP UP.

But I am slightly smarter than I was 10 years ago. And I am more practiced at accepting that my immediate emotional response to anything probably should not guide my behavior.  And maybe we've got a good shot at a healthy relationship.

I will try to get back in touch with the people I care about.

Once more, until you hear from me, may peace and love and happiness fill your life to overflowing.