Sequence my baboons.
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Sequence my baboons.
Baboons are hard to sequence. It's the butts. Nobody wants to follow them, so the sequence is never simple.
Geeze, don't put that into my head. Talk about the wrong thing to say at the wrong time.
Sorry to butt in, but it was not behind the times.
It feels like the rapids have settled into Class II with lots of open channels and easier navigation lately. Keeping my eyes open for submerged rocks, but in general it's been smooth rafting for a while now.
I was wondering. You've been silent after the turmoil of the last few weeks. That meant either calm waters or you sank.
Every year on my birthday I get an email from vbforums that reminds me of it's existence.
When I joined this site I barely had turned 14. My posts here were incredibly annoying. I was basically the kid who "asked for help" aka wanted you to code the entire thing for me. I was unrealistic ideas of what I was making.
So how did my coding career go? It didn't. I ended up doing VFX for tv/movies and then motion graphics at various tech companies.
But last year I finally started to actually learn to code. I guess better late than never?
It's truly odd to have such an old part of myself archived on the internet, as well as being able to look back at a time when the internet was just vastly different. I guess kids now have so much more of their lives documented.
Dodged a bullet there I guess!
Oh, there are still rocks to avoid as well as caution about standing up too fast and we haven't completely dumped our packs yet. But we are well past where we were when we capsized and started down two separate forks. I continue to be surprised by how well we paddle together and never become bored or weary of the long journey. Sooner or later we'll have to get serious about pulling in to encamp. That's a test of the partnership that ideally would have been dealt with before starting out on the water like this, but it's an unconventional expedition from the beginning. One neither of us had planned to embark upon, though we find ourselves singing the same tune as we power along. It's been a real journey of discovery.
That is making full use of the analogy, to be sure.
I spoke too soon anyway. Just a short time later I find myself in white water again. Patience may be a virtue but didn't Lewis get shot in the butt "accidentally" before it was all over?
I think the one-legged hop through a minefield analogy might fit better.
Which Lewis?
Water is never calm forever.
You're still young.
I need that manual. Apparently I can't distinguish between a tantrum and "just pouting." In any case I find myself in slack water today.
Some people pay big bucks for a rafting trip as wild as that.
Now that I think about it, some people also pay big bucks BECAUSE of a rafting trip as wild as that, too.
In reality and metaphor.
I gets weird trying to guess how the winds blow. She was upset, later claimed she was just pouting and how dare I not call first thing Valentine's Day morning. Later she admitted she actually was mad. But then before noon I got a card texted to me saying "I think you are suffering from a lack of Vitamin Me."
As far as I can things are fine right now. Tomorrow night I'm going to a local folk music venue for an evening performance and the pouting/denial stuff has been going on for days already. But that all stems from the distance issue.