Nazrax

Ice cream + screen time @ 2200
Bed @ 2230 /w half melatonin
Fell asleep around 2300

jobn, leaves, mail, twitter, keyboard, annoyance with team over not understanding about configuration file
museum
trouble driving around airport

Being understood
I'm on a conference call with my team. As usual, I'm working while listening with one ear. I'm trying to configure a piece of software, but it's a bit of a trial-and-error process, and it takes a while to restart the software between each trial. I realize that the configuration file I'm looking at actually includes another file, and it's this second file that defines most of the unchanging configuration options. I can make a duplicate copy of the first file and run a second instance of the software with it, yet have both instances be configured mostly the same. No one has spoken for a while, so I start to tell the team about what I've found, but my scrum master starts talking just after I do. I stop, wondering if I'm on mute, but I'm not. Once she's done, I start trying to say it again, but again she starts to talk over me. This time I just keep going and she eventually relents. My team lead asks me a couple of questions about it, but it's clear he has no idea what I'm talking about. I'm annoyed with all of them - this is important, and they just don't get it!

Now I'm chatting with John. First, we commiserate about people not understanding us, then I describe the time saving configuration options I found.

Now I'm at his house, waist deep in leaves, typing as though the leaves in front of me are my keyboard. John is watching me, and I know he's good enough that he can figure out what I'm typing without any problem. He's one of a tiny handful that can; not only am I a fast typist, but since I used the Dvorak layout, even other fast typists wouldn't be able to make heads or tails of what I'm typing. I realize my hands dipped under the leaves for a moment, so I say the word he missed out loud, confident that he'll understand me.

Now it's time for him to go deliver the mail, so we're walking up the walkway to his house. He suggests that we communicate over Twitter while he's gone. I don't like the idea, but he says that last time we used <software> and he lost the chat log, and Twitter is a permanent record of the conversation. I relent, saying we'll give it a try.


Finding Pappaw
I'm downstairs with the kids. They ask where Pappaw is, and I say that I think he was going to take a shower. I shush them and listen closely, and I can hear water running. I point out the sound to them. Now I'm upstairs walking along the hallway. I'm struck by how clean it is - there's not a single thing on the floor. I intend to walk to the master bedroom at the end of the hallway, but as I pass my room I notice that the door is half-closed. I look inside to see two very large women packing my stuff. I know it'll be time to head home soon, but why are they helping? One of them, standing in my closet, says something to me.


Airport road
I'm with someone else, driving on the access roads at an airport. We're currently on a road that goes around a rather steep hill. My driver makes a left, going downhill to the next ring. Now we're out of the car, which has fallen between road rings. We weren't hurt, but we're getting away from it. Who knows how long it'll b e until it slips down and crashes into something.


Odd museum
I'm with my family at a museum of odd stuff. We're in the middle of a long drive, and we saw the museum in a traveler's guide and thought it would be a nice place to break the monotony. The guide described it as being small, but what it left out was that the first couple of rooms were free, and then you had to pay to see the rest. We don't want to stay for long, and we don't want to pay, so we just wander the free area looking at the oddball stuff. Now we're walking through the parking lot.