This Is Rubbish!

1. I get to wear jeans and t-shirts. Every day.
2. I have my own office, with big plate glass windows.
3. I have an extremely fast workstation with a huge-ass monitor, and a Razer DeathAdder mouse.
4. I get to do work I am proud of.
5. My colleagues acknowledge that I probably know more about what I’m talking about than they do.
6. All of the doors here have keypads with secret codes. It’s sort of like working at NASA, but not quite as cool.
7. I know the code. beep boop beep beep boop
8. Someone is always leaving food in the breakroom, “free to hungry home”.
9. We have lots of parties, and when we do, we all get to drink beer at work.
10. It pays well, and the benefits are pretty good.

I have not posted in some time, we were pretty busy with the move, and I’ve been busy with a top-secret project of doom.

Ok, it’s not so secret. Patrick and I are working on a web application for the rental housing industry. It’s gearing up to be pretty cool. You can learn a little more about it on the development blog.

Also, pay a visit to my wife’s site, Amber Rhodes-Lapoint Photography. She is a very talented lifestyle photographer, and if you live in the West Tennessee area and are in need of a wedding, infant, family, or portrait photographer, you should definitely give her a call.

Well, I survived my first Tennessee tornadostorm. Union University wasn’t so lucky. Their site is still down, in fact. Hope they had backups. Glad nobody was killed there.

My condolences go out to the families of the two who were killed by the tornadoes in Madison county last night.

This was inside my fortune cookie this evening at our local Chinese buffet restaurant. I just have to say….wtf?!

“It could be better, but its good enough.” Uhh.. okay.. so.. your wonderful, mystic advice to me is “yeah, your life could be better, but why bother? Settle for mediocrity.”

Brilliant. It’s a new generation of Chinese fortune cookies: Depression Cookies!

It really is brilliant, actually.. drive the population into depression, causing them to want to eat more… where’s the best place to drown your depression in prepared food? That’s right. A buffet.

Diabolical.