Neptunus Lex

Well, I’m on the bench today, so no stories of aerial derring-do tomorrow, gomen. And I haven’t the heart to watch HRH and the Obamanon tear and flail at each other any longer, nor listen to their appalled partisans channel their appertaining rage to hang upon the slender reed of John McCain’s alleged dalliances. Especially after the paper’s own editor was bestirred to tut-tut the whole matter.

That left us free to finish a chapter of our thesis, the Great White Whale that it is, and aye, mate - well may you call me Ishmael for I have steadfastly resisted falling under Ahab’s terrible spell. His fixity of purpose I have rebelled against by spending a good two and a half hours Enriching The User Experience at these our humble digs. Rather than waxing it the eloquent on the topic of lean, six sigma and the theory o’ constraints as they pertain to the naval aviation enterprise, pilot production in the late 1990’s, F404 bare firewalls and flying hour program shortfalls.

Gripping stuff, really.

But! We got our archives back, so we did. Searchable by date or category. And the alert commenter will note that s/he has up to five minutes in which to amend a spelling error, or otherwise revise and extend their remarks. There’s also a bit of a tag/category cloud where once static lists stood on the starboard sidebar. I’m not a hundred percent in love with it right now, but we’ll see if it grows on us, or not.

Had a bit of a networking thing on Thursday - lunch at a local, just exploring the options like. Old friends. Walked away feeling like I was being rushed in a fireman’s carry towards the exit, let’s go-go-go and when can you start?

There’s a kind of relief in knowing that I have been not so much offered work as hustled towards it, I guess. More of the same in a coat and tie rather than khakis, and if I’ve done the math correctly on the tax consequences and leave sell-backs we should be able to ease out a reef or two in the mainsail by early summer. Still stuck not knowing what I want to be when I grow up, but have come to the reluctant conclusion that if you can’t decide what you want to do, then anything that pays is as good or better than anything that doesn’t. And no, the Chippendales haven’t returned my calls.

Season 4 of The Wire is waiting for me in the mailbox. Chapter 2 begs for closure in the window just beneath this one.

Decisions, decisions.

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Oh, and one last thing: Thank God for Reno.

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(H/T to StableHand at Rusty’s place.)