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I understand it doesn't really seem to be your taste, (but you do like wicked drums!) but I have spent the last few days catching up on what the 'Blue Beard' Mike Portnoy has been doing since he left Dream Theater...really good stuff as he has teamed up with the likes of Steve Morse, Dave LaRue, and Neal Morse in a band called 'Flying Paint'. Another project he's in, 'Sons of Apollo' features Billy Sheehan on bass and is pretty heavy.
As for the nice weekend, this happens to be my first official Saturday off (where it hasn't been for travel/special occasions) in over 10 years. I have spent the first half of my day cleaning the pool, edging, cutting wood, and cleaning my shop. Now I wondering what to do with the rest of the day...probably do some backups, code a little, listen to some new tunes.
I did it yesterday. My mother (85 years) called me yesterday about 19:## evening. I pick up the phone....
She: Hi Son can I speak with misses ...
She: I like to congratulate ....
Me: (silent oh f***....)
I don't really care about such Dates except my only son ones
It does not solve my Problem, but it answers my question
My wife and my mother share a birthday (except for the year )
. The bad news is I'd be in seriously deep custard if I forgot.
. The good news is I get two lots of hints/reminders.
In almost 50 years together, I haven't forgotten yet. (I'm sort of one-up. She forgot our anniversary a few years ago.)
Software rusts. Simon Stephenson, ca 1994. So does this signature. me, 2012
Never had a wife but I'm terrible with dates so I feel your pain. Sometimes I have to remind myself what day Christmas is. Pretty much the only dates I remember are work-related and my own birthday. And that's just because I've had others remind me of it for over thirty years
This will earn you a permanent entry in your record, which they will recite (among all the others) whenever they need 'proof' what kind of evil person you are. After you heard that litany once too often and try to shrug that old baggage off, you will not only be evil. You will also be uncaring and cold.
I have lived with several Zen masters - all of them were cats.
His last invention was an evil Lasagna. It didn't kill anyone, and it actually tasted pretty good.