And we're still here.

I've been contemplating sleep sometime soon. But before I do so, I shall attempt to complete my documentation of yesterday's move. Because after all, if life doesn't have documentation, then how will we ever know what we're doing?

As my dad and I unloaded the first batch of stuff from the moving truck into the new apartment, I received a call on my cell phone from scottgalvin.com. He said he was ready to come and help. We guestimated that the time it would take him to drive would be similar to the time it would take to finish unloading, so we agreed to just meet back at the old place (aka Laser Fortress).

The timing turned out to be totally perfect, within minutes after we had arrived back in the again empty moving truck, scott pulled up in his car.

My dad packed more stuff into boxes, we hauled out various other items, and scott took an interest in unscrewing my dad's home made shelves from the walls.

When dad was about to go out and look for some more boxes, scott revealed to me that he was thinking about going to get some lunch. (This was around 17:30.) Turned out he hadn't eaten anything since our last encounter the night before at the Celestial Cyberhaven. I informed him we would likely be going for pizza, so perhaps the schedule for that could be moved up a bit so he wouldn't faint on the steps or something.

Shortly after dad returned, the 3 of us journied to Cici's pizza, where my dad treated us to a dinner of unlimited goodness. We feasted.

After returning from Cici's and moving a few more items, scott realized he had a voicemail from Jaeger. A 4th member had volunteered to join the team.

By the time we got back to contacting Jaeger, and he came over, most of the loading was complete, with the exception of one very strange saw. All that remained in the apartment were tidbits.

Jaeger returned my Angel season 2 episode set. He, scott, and I hung around outside and talked while dad rummaged through various remaining items.

For the second trip, we went caravan style. 1 big moving truck, 3 cars.

When we arrived at what must have been around 21:00, the sprinklers were running, providing all of us with much fun as we tried to dodge them carrying items on our way in. Like an old school Nintendo game, advancing difficulty levels and all.

scottgalvin.com was the first to notice the distinct smell of pot in the air, most likely originating from somewhere on the second floor. Inhale deeply.

After the unloading process was complete, we took some time to drink root beer and relax, regenerating our energies.

Then at around 22:00, scott, Jaeger, and I departed, each driving separate vehicles. Destination: Cherry Creek.

Upon arrival, we carried Rygel in, and Jaeger was able to experience the wonder of the Celestial Cyberhaven for himself. (Although he elected not to participate in the best part: Standing on the corner porch, where the breeze blows in through the screen panels, and you can feel like you're on top of the whole city.)

Jaeger departed. scottgalvin.com and I talked for a while longer, and then ran into some network wierdness when he attempted to check his email on the laptop. I attempted to diagnose it for a while before everything magically started working again.

Exhausted from moving and other stuff, we all went home to go to bed. And thus came the end of the day just before this one.

And now... here we are again still.

scott's original plan was to pay a brief visit to his house in Fort Collins today. (One gets the idea that these days, he spends a lot more time here -- away from what he calls home -- than there, and might just be getting a teensy tiny bit homesick.)

Enmeshed in work-related projects, as well as lots of discussions about the stuff we're developing, he stuck around here, as did I.

Briefly, some impressions about the first trial day of working continuously side-by-side at the same desk with scott. (And trying not to censor myself because of the knowledge that he will likely read this.)

He's fun, enthusiastic, easy going, and easy to talk to. When either of us have a question about something the other has communicated, being right there face to face makes it much easier to clarify what's going on. I contrast this with communicating over jabber or email, where it can take a great deal of laborious verbage to try to make sure we understand each other on matters of critical importance to the project.

Con: Except for some brief little code changes, when it comes to getting anything done that requires extended concentration, my productivity takes a nose dive. Five minutes after I get into the coding zone, scott often comes up with yet another idea on how things could be improved, or some little thing that needs to be done on another unrelated project, or a question about something. Context switches are the killer.

Of course, watching my own behavior, I realize that I am the same way. When I discover something cool, or finish a task, or am wondering about some minute detail of a spec, the impulse is to just start talking about it right then and there while it's fresh in the brain, and distract scott from whatever he's working on.

The end result seems to be that we end up with many wonderful ideas and concepts. But work done?

Well, I guess we did get quite a bit done today, now that I think about it.

I'm tending toward believing that an optimal solution to maximize productivity might be to situate nearby, but not right at the same desk. Close enough so that if we have something really important, we can run over and talk about it, but not so close as to be constantly distracted by each other's every little whim. Maybe a little dividing wall between workspaces.

But please, don't use the word "cube", or I'll scream.

Must sleep. I'm outta here. Peace.