I don't know why I like Friday's so much. I'm only going to end up working on Saturday and Sunday but I guess it's the idea that hey, it's the end of the "official work week". The good news is I can play with the dogs tomorrow and if the weather holds, take the bike out for a short ride before I start working again.

Monday is a holiday, but yeah, I'll be here. Don't have to be, but I have stuff to do. Most of my team will be in too.

We must really love...

You always hear that experience makes you who you are. But what if you have no experience, does that make you a nothing?

Background: Recently at the office we've been offered the opportunity to potentially acquire a competitor who is going down the tubes. They created their software offering in-house just as we did. We've beat them on some bids and they've beat us on some bids. Their software is on a different platform/language than ours so they are not directly compatible....

5 stinking hours I spent on this query today.

I skipped lunch. That's how involved I got on this thing.

Now let's get technical. I'm the Vice President of Information Systems at our company and while I don't usually get into the details sometimes I do (glad I got some skillz). Well, today I had a pretty hefty query that needed to be written and everyone else is swamped so I took it on. I was thinking, 20 mins tops. I've been working with SQL Server the last...

Oh sweet C8 H10 N4 O2, how long has it been now? A week? Yeah, about that.

Here's the story for those that didn't know. I decided, for no particular reason, to stop drinking pop/coke/soda. It's important to know that I was up to 6 cans of Mt. Dew per day.

Then one day about 1.5 weeks ago, I just decided I was done. $.75/can * 6 = $4.50/day! That's somewhere near $90/month (business days only) that I could be spending on my Busa. Nuff said.

Now...

50.

The magic number.

Finally got the wife to agree that by the time we turn 50 (8 years) we can be out of Kalifornia.

Kalifornia has some great roads, no doubt about it. But they're not Colorado roads by any means. I'd love to take the Busa back to Colorado and enjoy some real twisties the way twisties were meant to be enjoyed.

The people here, basically rude on any given day. The fake harley riders wouldn't know a brake disc from...