Updates?

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I’ve really had nothing major crop up this week beyond the manifest threefold horribleness of the flu, a depressive spell, and Merry dying. I’m on the up; this very moment finds me on a couch (I know my dues are due!) at 091 Labs sipping a a literally ice-cold can of Red Bull. I think I left skin on the side when I took it out of the freezer. So let me see:

  • Mariah and I had a spat last night. End of the world stuff, that.
  • I’ve been playing World of Warcraft. Tashrak is ever-more equipped from Icecrown Citadel and Masserah is gunning for level 80. Our guild is running 10/25 normal weekly up to Putricide. If you want to get on board, Dragon’s Breath is US-> Arthas-> Alliance.
  • I’ve been steadily working my way through Surface Detail. The book is just plain fantastic, and packed with great moments.
  • Exoplanet is my new secret pleasure. Push notifications when a new exoplanet discovery (currently numbering 492) is announced!
  • I am making a belated start on material for next week’s Linux class by way of some commented script examples in lieu of real notes.
  • Valdoxan is working great – I’m back on eight hours sleep a night, and I feel comfortable in continuing on it in the hope it helps me out in the long-term.
  • I did have a bit of a depressive spell – for the sake of issuing reassurances, I’ll say that it was just low energy levels other than anything worse.


Mark Grealish

Dashing brigand, handsome rapscallion, father, crazy cat lady and the world's greatest lover and liar, living in Galway, Ireland.