Current mood:	jubilant
Current music:	Winter Hours, Roadside Flowers

Yesterday...

Wow. The Catelyn ending of Game of Thrones was totally unexpected, and yet completely inevitable. (Robert Francis as the Satirical Rogue? Look it up.) It was shockingly good. I almost didn't want to read the Daenerys lead-in to the next book, but that went well. Eight hundred or so pages, phew. It has slack, but so does Odyssey.

Squeak: thinking of abandoning the Compass class approach for a simple Pen. Hm. Waiting for the Squeak book to come out.

Ordered a video capture card, but they were out; but they had a Kritter/CapSure package deal that they offered at the same price; a free camera? How could I refuse?

At the office, talked with Karlene about Sunday; it did not go well, but she acquitted herself well, and none of the problems were her fault. I should have seen the semaphore problem coming sooner. I explained to her about the ordering problem that PerformanceStudio has with TCP connections and how to deal with it. Took the new guys and everyone else to lunch, but was called away to a meeting, so Kathryn took care of the bill, but she split it up! All I could do was giver her my share. So instead of treating the new guys, I stuck them with terrible service at a higher-than-usual price. Oh well. Meeting: Merrill doesn't seem to have much use for a test plan, but every time we've short-changed our process, we've been burned--never again. After, I read Capers Jones's Benchmarks, Assessments, Best Practices book and found some papers on function point counting practices. After, I assured Steve Johnson that we would not be using Strategizer in the engagement.

Came home, finished GRRM, wow. Watched Galaxy Quest.

Apparently KaZaA has a 59-function library to implement the KaZaA/Morpheus client, that they license to people who want to slap their own interface on it, like MusicCity did with Morpheus. Maybe I could get in touch with them to opt for a Macintosh version? Or should I try to reverse engineer the stuff on my own? Hm.

Next, I guess David Gerrold's Middle of Nowhere, or perhaps Bulgakov's Master and the Margarita, whatever I grab first on my way.