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Ben, I’m sorry.
I know I promised to write you with photos of my new apartment and stories about all the hilarious things that happened during the move. Sadly, nothing hilarious happened. Moving is a wretched, harrowing experience in heavy lifting and nauseating material waste. At least that’s how I’ll describe it to my grand kids, whose houses will fold out of a standard briefcase at the push of a button, complete with hover-yacht.
So I’m back to work, totally, totally hating CSS, which is like trying to be a plumber with a rusted, destroyed wrench. You go to the store and their wrenches just like the retarded one you have. You ask the store owner if they have better ones, and instead he suggests that you’ll learn to use the broken one if you practice a lot. This is Web 2.0, Ben. Don’t believe the hype.
Now that I’m settled in, I’m hoping to get back to where I was before the moving fiasco. I was in a very productive place, a fertile jungle of ideas. I was actually getting work done on projects and I remember getting close to actually ordering some circuit boards and stuff. But alas! That has been interrupted, and now I don’t know what I’m doing. Gotta get back into it. I’m starting to think that the dream of throwing off the shackles of the work-a-day world and plummeting head-first into something more ideal isn’t something you can do without planning. Or can’t do as reliably anyways. I think I’m going to try for the route of steadily replacing job with passion. It’s the gap and uncertainty of failure that scares me about just walking out one day.
Still though, I dream.