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How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

Excuse me, but do I know you?

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Awhile back I regged myself on the alumni website for my high school. Mostly... I don't really remember why. But one added bonus is laughing at all the wankers at my reunion. There were so many people I disliked in my graduating class... well, it warms my heart to see one of my middle-school era tormentors fat, trashy and working at Wal-Mart.

But it's not just for Schadenfreude though- there were decent folks that I knew. So, amusingly enough, I get an email from one of them over the weekend. He lives in Troy, wants to catch up, and also knows of some possible side projects I could take on for .NET programming. money + resume builder + old buddy = coolness

Now, that does get me thinking, and I realize that my profile on the alumni website doesn't list me as "Married"- so I figure, might as well change that. Now, because I changed it, my name is listed on the main page as a "recent edit".

Today at work, one of my coworkers stops me and asks: "Hey, you grew up in Kingston?" Turned out she updated her profile yesterday and noticed me on there. Smalbany strikes again.




Now, moving onto nerdyness, I've been reading Laws of the Game which is a pretty bad-ass text. In short my brain has been cranking extra-hard to keep up with the new concepts I've been learning. I really shouldn't read that book without an Internet connection handy so that I can be clear what "chirality" means and maybe get a little more background on the math of symmetry and protein handedness (I'm currently on the symmetry chapter and intend to use it as the basis for a program that generates palindromes from a dictionary file).

Cool beans, and I'm excited about really brushing off the programming chops on something that's actually a real work of virtuosity.
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