Did indeed go to the mountains with the family this afternoon. We went up to Branaird (sic?) Lake, hiked in the trails surrounding the area for a few hours, and bouncing stopped every now and then to take pictures. I think I needed the fresh air after this morning. lol.

During the hike, I came up with sagely bits about what a ninja would do. (Don't ask.) I decided that it would be an ideal location for some guerilla film making. Must be that the Jaeger influence still hasn't quite warn off from last weekend. ;)

When we came to a fork in the trail, bouncing want to walk some more and get more pictures, while mom wanted to head back to the car. So we split, and dad and bouncing continued to hike, while mom and I headed back. (bouncing's car was the vehicle) While we sat in the car, I read some more of my Vampire book, and mom developed a strange fascination with the bugs swarming outside the car. (Again, don't ask.)

When we got home around 1940, I felt tired enough to move just enough muscles to remove my shoes, flop on the bed, and shut my eyes. And so I did.

Woke up again about 20 minutes ago, slightly disoriented. The rest of them had gone to the Black Eyed Pea, which I'm not terribly fond of, and wasn't in a mood to eat in a restaurant anyway. I ordered myself a pizza just before beginning this rambling. Mmmmmm.... Papa Johns. The goal is to have it get here at the exact moment I finish this rambling.

Then, I plan to kick back, watch one of the DVDs in my little collection, and munch down.

Thinking a little more about the little trip to the office this morning, which turned to result in exactly zero lines of code being produced. Did I say "Sure, fine, I'll be there" when in fact it was not actually fine with me? Did I lie? To myself? To others?

Well, when I originally consented, I think it was borderline. No, I didn't ever exactly feel like going at all, but I figured that if the help was really needed badly, in this rare instance, that I would be willing to compromise a little to get through a tight spot.

When I learned of the trip to the mountains late last night (which I learned about after I had made the rambling last night talking about it), it moved into the distinctly "not okay" category. This was not only cutting into the "sleep, relax, hang out, and take care of personal business" time, but into an event that would be spent with relatives. So I was obviously not a happy camper.

Then, when I arrived, and there turned out to be nothing for me to do that was more urgent than the normally scheduled development, I felt like I had come in under a false pretext. (Which, ya know, is also important, but not that immediately pressing.)

Me: "So, what urgent things need to be done for the release?"

"Oh, just go through the bugs on your list."

/me was tempted to say, What Bugs? (Yeah, I know. Famous last words of every programmer. Don't laugh too hard.) But seriously, as difficult as it may be to believe for anyone who reads this web page, I make it a point to take care of such things ASAP when they come my way. So there was really nothing to do but take care of a couple technicalities.

[Pizza arrives. Mmmm. Looks like they beat me.]

So anyway, I was like, "What's next?"

"Well, go back to your usual stuff."

And this is what I came in on a Saturday for. This is what I'm missing time in the mountains with bouncing and the folks for. Whatever.

So anyway, I sshed into Dagobah, typed those ramblings from the pit of hell, and found myself generally pissed off and annoyed, before a little encouragement from my mentor helped me gather the tiny bit of backbone required to do what I needed to do.

Mmmm, this is yummy pizza! I think I'll watch....

Hmmm. Choices, choices. I'll get back to you on that. :)