The Chris Cardé Experience

You've created a rip in the space-time continuoum which indicates that there isn't room for the both of us here.

I'm not sure whether to laugh or to cry. I just saw an episode of Cops -- in High Definition.

That's right... the crème de la crème of our society, presented in glorious, screen-filling, misty-eye-causing high def. Never before have I felt that I was getting sufficient return on my home theater dollar, but now I feel that my investment was justified. ;) Thank you, Fox. Thank you for giving me this wonderous Saturday night present.

I'm spending my Valentine's Day evening....

Are you ready for this?

Hacking together a multi-layer protocol stack for a certain chipset that will remain nameless (and number-less) for the IP/strategy protection benefit of my employer.

It's actually quite intellectually interesting work. I just wish that I could have gotten it done earlier instead of working on a last-minute-specification-for-a-top-secret-project-that-might-now-be-cancelled for the last few weeks.

In other geektastic news, I've almost got things worked out to the point where I can VPN+VNC into my desktop at work, run my cross-compiler there, load code onto the embedded target on my desk, run tests from a telnet shell directly from my system at home... and this is the money part... Trace the I2C communication between embedded target and aforementioned nameless chipset via my ethernet-enabled TDS3034B DPO scope. Hells yeah! The only thing I can't remotely detect is the mini mushroom cloud that might erupt if something goes wrong. So yeah, I still go to work.

I am shocked and apalled.

I haven't had freshman stripe this bad since 1997. Time to buy fenders.

...so I had a dream last night that the epsresso machine at work was broken. Then, many things went awry this morning, leading to me driving to work late and battling traffic all the way down. What kept me going was the potential reward of double latte -- just a few button pushes away upon my arrival at the office.

Sho' nuff, I rolled into the coffee room breathless and anxious for my caffeine fix. And it was broken. And I was sad.

I decided the other day that my new place needed some sprucing up, and that window dressings to replace my recycled Ikea curtains (that were, incidentally, twice as long as my windows). I rolled out in my Prius to the friendly neighborhood Bed Bath and Beyond and went to work, scrutinizing all sorts of window treatments. Curtains, roman shades, bamboo curtains, frilly things, fuzzy things, things that looked suspiciously like they used to be alive. If BBandB has it into their window-stuff section, I'll guarantee to you that I stood there and pondered it.