Kickass. It’s the new Enterprise!

Are you a prima donna programmer? I’ve certainly met people like this article describes, but I don’t see it as being something exclusive to hackers. A lot of bright people learn early on that “teamwork” really means “doing all the work”, and that impacts the way they function in groups later in life. I personally hate working on group projects, simply because in school, I was the smart one who’d always get assigned to the groups with the worst students. The teacher had good intentions (obviously hoping the others would benefit from my help), but in the end the others would always be more than willing to let me do all the work. And I’d have to do it, since otherwise my grade would suffer. I imagine that a lot of those “prima donna programmers” had similar experiences. You get tired of carrying the team, and sometimes you just want to do things your way and know that they’ll be done right. That said, I have had some positive team experiences here at work, but the best ones have always been where I had complete control over my area of the project. It’s just hard for me to give that up.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SISTER!
Congratulations to my little sis, who turned 22 today. We’ll be celebrating with a few beers in the pub tonight, and then the real fun is the concert on Thursday (see below). And what’s more, she got a job today! I hope the rest of her stay in London is as good as the first week has been.

In preparation for this Thursday’s show, I finally bought the Wheatus CD so me, Snookums, eMan, and Amy will be sufficiently prepared. I can’t wait! How does one dress like a “teenage dirtbag”, I wonder? (There are the obvious references to Keds and knee socks, but it’s a bit cold for that this week.)

Those of you in the States are probably rolling your eyes and proclaiming the web-goddess “so last season.” Well, for your information, the CD’s only been out here for a few months, so piss off. Yeah, yeah, yeah, we’re a little behind. But we were listening to Travis and David Gray and the Stereophonics for years before you bastards, so it all evens out in the end.

Check this out: a weblog devoted to cataloguing spelling errors in other weblogs. I’m a spelling Nazi myself (and former County Spelling Bee champion), but I don’t like this concept. Weblogs are personal pages. You don’t criticize somebody’s personal page, period. I’ve been on weblogs where I hate the design or the functionality or whatever, but I’ve kept my mouth shut because that’s what polite people do. If a blogger’s style of writing bothers you, don’t read their stuff. Simple as that. There’s no need to get pedantic about it. (Link courtesy of John, who agrees with me.)

Happy Blogging Anniversary to Matt at Scrubbles!

Gael linked to fascinating article about selling your eggs. You know, I think I’d consider doing that. Not only for the money (although $5000 is a hefty chunk of change), but for the satisfaction of helping out some couple with no other option. What do I care? I’ve got lots of eggs and I don’t foresee using more than a couple, if that. I dunno. What do other people think? I don’t have any concerns (moral or otherwise) beyond the risks associated with the removal process. Is that weird?

I am LOVING the song “Romeo” by Basement Jaxx. I saw the video last night at the gym and I thought it was brilliant. Is Rooty a good album? Is this song representative? Should I buy it? (I’m really just asking Max, since he’s the only person I know that’s knowledgeable about “dance” music.)

Paula Poundstone’s problems keep getting worse. Now it’s come out that just before her arrest she checked into a rehab facility to be treated for alcoholism. Oh, and Yahoo’s got a picture of that outfit I mentioned. *horrors*

AJ! Say it isn’t so!