Where is it?
One of our clients for work has been on the hunt for an issue tracker to keep track of issues for our web development project and for their internal systems. We looked through a few options and eventually settled on FogBugz. I do not like FogBugz because it’s another one of those programs subscribing to that crazy Creating Passionate Users philosophy that says it’s great to have people that hate your product. Particularly because I am one of them.
Over the years I’ve had many occasions to work with different graphic designers in producing various types of output related to the computer. Of course, I’ve helped produce web pages, but also printed documentation and marketing materials all related to software releases.
Some designers have been better to work with than others, as you would expect in any field. There are many common threads that I’ve noticed between these designers of, shall we say, “things they could do that would make things go much more smoothly than doing what they’re used to” in regard to getting software projects done.
This week has already gone atypical. Yesterday, Abby was off school for President’s Day. Her being home while I’m “at work” left me with one of those feelings of a void day. It felt like Tuesday when it was happening, and I stressed out over how much I had to get done to complete the week. And then today, it’s like yesterday never happened since it’s Tuesday again, with the exception that a lot of the stuff I had needed to accomplish today is mysteriously already done.
This week is Abby’s Top Dog week at kindergarten. Every week, her class has a “Top Dog” who they profile. They get to bring in a show-and-tell item and talk about photos on their Top Dog poster.
Over the summer, my friend Bob moved to Idaho. Or someplace.
A few years ago, we would spend every Saturday evening in Bob’s basement, around a table playing D&D. We’d play an assortment of games on the weekend, actually. Sometimes Bob would run the game, sometimes one of us.
I spent some time over the weekend drowning myself in faerie - again.
I’ve been having very strange dreams as a result of reading more of Neal Gaiman’s infuriating collection of short stories, Fragile Things. What’s so maddening? They all end improperly. They’re all perplexingly curiosity-inducing, and then yank the rug out from under you just as you round the corner to the end.