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Change of Wardrobe

September always has a distinct flavor to it, doesn’t it? The smell of a September morning always reminds me of driving by First Lake with the mist hanging over it on the way to school.

I’ve been having this feeling lately that I should be somewhere, and maybe it’s that weird yearly pull from grade school. I had one of those dreams again last night where you can’t remember your class schedule. I tried to cancel a class, and then re-add it, and during that time they managed to move the class to a different building. Stupid school dreams.

Narutard

Somehow I’ve become addicted to Naruto, and I can’t stop watching it. I think the only way I’m going to stop is if I run out of episodes.

Naruto is kinda of anime based on manga – It’s a cartoon. The comic books (manga) come out every so often, telling the story of Naruto Uzumaki, a ninja from the hidden leaf village, also known as Konoha. Ninjas in this story are usually helpful people, unless they are specifically evil, and Naruto is in training to become the Hokage - the leader of the village. Although he’s such an idiot sometimes, his chances at Hokage are pretty slim.

Taking the Driver's Test

I had the opportunity to visit the DMV this week to take my motorcycle driver’s test and obtain my permit. What an altogether interesting experience.

I originally had gone to the DMV License Center to take the test last Thursday when they had extended hours. I wasn’t trying to make use of the extended hours, I just got there late. Nonetheless, they stop administering tests at 4pm, which they didn’t mention on their web site anywhere. What a waste of a drive.

Another Dull Update You Won't Read

I feel sickness coming on.  Thank goodness it’s now and not at the end of the month when I’ll be heading to LinuxFest.  I think Riley brought home a bug from preschool, and now I’ve got that post-nasal sore throat thing going on, and am achy, and should probably be going to bed now instead of writing this.

Development on Habari continues.  There’s been a ruckus in the development lists lately about the look of the admin pages and the libraries used to develop them.  Thankfully, we were able to get together “in person” in IRC and hash out some of those issues.  IRC isn’t great for permanency, but it sure makes the exchange faster.  I think you lose something in email as you start to roll through paragraphs on your own line of thought, and others read different things into what you’re saying when they don’t get a chance to interject and clarify.  So IRC has proved useful beyond a tool for hanging out and idle chatting.

Abby’s first week of first grade went well.  She’s already making good impressions on the teachers, and I expect she’s going to be one of those kids that the parents are really proud of, but the other kids scoff for throwing off the curve.  Soon she’ll be able to post to her own blog.  That’ll be neat.

The holiday weekend was really lazy.  We didn’t do anything.  Actually, on Friday, we had the new carpet installed.  We replaced the carpet in the living room, dining room, up the stairs, in the hall, and in three bedrooms, excluding ours.  Big project.  We had to move all of the furniture around.  I don’t know how Berta moved some of that stuff by herself, but she did.

I was thinking to do some coding, but I didn’t.  There were a few things I wanted to try, but just couldn’t be near the computer.  This week is going to be interesting, since I have a lot of things to do for work in a very short amount of time.  Hopefully, the new guy can help me get this done by the deadline.

Finally, I wrote this post in ScribeFire, which I don’t like because it’s one of the ugliest add-ons for Firefox that I’ve ever encountered, but it does do XMLRPC posting.  This is of interest because up until a few minutes ago, Habari could only post via APP.  This means that I’ll probably be able to post from Viddler, since their APP support doesn’t seem to meet our APP specs (based on rev17, which looks to be the final version).