Looking back at my life I see where things went well and where they often times didn't, where I made some mistakes and had some success, where I landed on my ass and bounced back on my feet, each event just a Minor Blip in the steady stream of Time until I arrived here now.
I am fortunate and thankful to have avoided the Big Mistake, which becomes a Major Blip, and everything is downhill for most folks from there. I have landed OK and I believe my extended family on the Other Side made this happen. Now I'm trying to figure out why.
I appear to some as a pathetic old man who's let the modern technology scene pass him by. I have no Facebook, no Instagram and no cellphone.
But my tech cred is fine, thank you. I can hack into a JQuery plugin and tweak it do my bidding, I have created near a hundred websites now, I write creative quality code for the internet and I've been an integral part of the computer revolution since 1969.
We should all try not to judge a person by what they appear to not know anything about.
There comes a time in every life when you need to stop talking and just create. Close out the world, excite your mind to what you want to achieve and thrill in the results. Then you can talk about what you've learned in 73 years:
• Growing up, I was taught how not to be a bad man, not how to be a good man. It took me decades to learn the difference.
• Never leave a tossed tissue outside the rim, you never know when you might have company.
• Avoid touching other humans, you may come to like it.
• Every second of our past defines how we are presented to the moment now and our body brain eyes voice and soul are the mirror.
• What doesn't make you stronger, kills you.
Piper is sitting in the middle of my desk alternately licking the moisture off the window and licking my forehead. Then she nuzzles my nose with hers and I totally cave and reach for the treats. There's nothing complicated here, just simple love.
Now here we go into Christmas again where the ability to put on a happy face bumps into the hunker down and lay low ho ho and as my wise grandfather used to say My do-lapper-dinker ain't swinging on it's rocking ball!
That phrase evolved centuries ago right up the road from my present location by my ancestors so I reclaim it now and pass it on to my grandchildren, wherever they are.
You can enter into the most powerful function ever written, designed to come up with the true perfect answer, but if you never return the results to the caller it dies within the function in a cloud of binary dust, as if the question or answer never existed or mattered.
Stop calling functions that don't return an answer and then decide if it's worth fixing, or moving on.
I was programming computers as a professional consultant for a decade before Microsoft Windows met the world. I had already made the switch from mini-computers to PC's developing graphics software, holding court at mid-eighties Vegas Comdex's in their prime and in later years writing device drivers in assembly for ZSoft's PC Paint on the Windows platform, which means I've got cred.
I have seen Windows through every one of it's painful transitions and I finally arrive here in almost 2020 on a fully-patched current version of Windows 10 on my blazing fast MSI box, and I think it's amazing! My computer world does not crash, contrary to some.
The degree to which I am connected to the world and my computer stagger this old coders mind. I live with a dozen Windows open at once on my wide screen monitor and my awareness of where they are in relation to each other is amusing at times, but always there.
My Aegis 3 is almost three years old and Windows 10 has continued to improve my computer life. Thanks to my fellow geeks over the years that have made this happen!
As I was working on my drag sliders today I realized they needed a sandbox, a playground, a testing area. A place where users could put their finger on (or mouse) and try out that sweet new setting they just adjusted on the sliders above.
Designing a concept is as much fun as implementing it. Now, back to work...
I bought some cool reusable silicone straws recently that are soft and flexible, come with their own cleaning brushes, and I'm saving the planet. The problem is now, that instead of asking myself if this is the day things are going to be different, I pause to ask which color straw?
Here's a shot I grabbed of Steph yesterday, pretty much sums her up :-)
Describe your essence.
Mine: I don't take pills, I don't eat meat and my feet hit the floor at four forty four every morning. I work constantly on making my health issues not define me. I develop computer concepts in code that I express online. I love my cat.
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