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I was poking around the MS Research blog seeing what's up and keeping up to date some news when I spied the 'career' button. Hmmm.. why not take a peak?! So a few clicks and I am trolling through job after job. Ugh. It makes me feel so.. undirected and worthless. Sure I've been using the MS tech stack for what - going on ten years, but I don't own an XBOX (though I wouldn't mind to, but it was never part of The Plan(tm) for my finances)... or getting all up in the azure cloud.. or working deep, deep in video games.

It's disheartening to know that I know so much damn shit, have booty loads of experience, but it seems like an unfocused blur when trying to play the odd-shaped peg in the square hole.

Bah.. maybe I'll never get close to that mecca, but just visit one day?

More likely I'll regroup, refocus, and get on board with some appropriately evaluated skills. Rewards do not favor the wishy washy..

Arg.. I just wish there was more time in the day!

In other news some old lady told me "Thank you very much. You are too kind. I should put you in my will." for holding the door open for her at Barnes and Noble over lunch. I hope she got my information down right. :D

I drew a line in the sand and just bought up pop's domain and hosting for him... and now I am a person that has two.. *insert The Count laugh* TWO domains!

Aren't I just hip and trendy.

It seems my sinuses, cranium, and nasal passages have moved into the 'chunky-goo jelly' phase. This is super annoying.

In other news I opted to drive home the Boss yesterday (car troubles). He lives super scary close to me (as in a three minute drive), and had the predictable disdain for my path home. Heh. Fun fun.

I had an inkling, last night, that I may be getting ill. After having a pleasant chat with my Lawyer, Doctor, and.. er.. Doctor#2(?) (Lawyer McDoctor?).. it seems my illness vector is matching up with the Doctor's sickish sounding wheeze. Through an application Occam's Razor I am guessing it was his munchkin that poxed me. Ugh.. thankfully the joy of a baseball game wasn't ruined by this war upon my immune system.

Mostly it's a sore throat, wheeze breathing, a bit of light headedness, and a really gravelly voice. I think I will survive.

The new grill is ordered and I think I should be ready to put it on this next weekend ( when it shows up). Hopefully O-town gets all the rocks and grit swept up so I can not have this SOB crack again from a direct hit.

After four days of tinkering with getting this damn data mining tools setup from Microsoft I got it to work! Well, work as in worked for their 'AdventureWorks' demo database, but work none the less.

Sure, part of the time was burned when I decided to try and use MSSQL Express 2012.. it turns out the express edition won't let you create data cubes.. so I had to pull out of that (as much as possible), jacked up my local DB instance so install a new one.. found out I didn't install the 'Analysis Services', installed that, and bet my head on how to get my SQL Server Data Tools 2012 to talk to my local db...

After trying permutations of who the 'SQL Server Analysis Services' was setup under as (Local System Account), and the impersonation for the dataset ('use the service account'), shit clicked, the cube installed, and data over flowth my cup.

Seriously some real gnarly set of rad ass models, visuals, and insightful relationships.

It blew my freak'n mind man!

Man.. I have no idea what is up for today, but shit seems like I am seeing it off kilter, or at least a few steps behind the world. ugh. I was a good boy and stayed home to watch some Defiance (heh - someone in the show loves Courtney Love/Hole because the cover art of "Nobody's Daughter" was on the Mayor's wall), and the first new episode of Warehouse 13.. but today.. shit just seems bad. Blanked on my work password.. ugh.. jacked up a move.. sort of feel blah..

Is it the impending May snow?

I just want to crawl back into bed, sleep for a few hours, and try this day over again.

My domain I have been obsessing over for the last six years is now on the auction. A whole "make an offer"... with a minimum of fifteen hundred. Are you freaking kidding me?! Funk that.. I am going to get an auction account and see how he likes sixty five dollars.

Alien Astrometrics

Human-computer interaction in “Prometheus”

A quick run to the gas station turns into a three bar hop.. how the hell does that happen? A visit to Katlin at the Eclipse.. a few new shots there.. then the 'Box.. and a Lori#1 and I follow Woody to Clancy's for his bday.. then Woody disappears to talk to a lady friend in GA... and I, and Lori#1, talk for two hours about bars, scenes, having babies, and finding the right person for me... Lori#1 pays the tab (against my will), we leave, it's raining, and Woody is still talking to that broad..

wtf Thursday morning at 1.30am?!