So my dumb nutshell opinion is Casey Anthony probably went out partying leaving her baby in the car, then the car got towed w/baby in it, and was dead when she got the car back. Nothing groundbreaking, I'm sure. Sad and stupid and senseless, really.
I have this technical website - it's not something I've been going to much because my last job had shifted non-technical and even when it was technical it was all proprietary extension design. There wasn't anything that was generic enough to write about in my mind.
Now that I'm solving a lot of technical tasks with python . . . there's lots to talk about. I'm doing hilariously bad things that wreak havoc with my whole day.
But they don't really belong here I think. Maybe they do. Fuck if I know.
I don't think they do. I don't want to point employers here. Interviewing and house staging are pretty similar; it's best if you're beige.
So I go to my old site, and it's overrun. 700 posts waiting comments. I moved the hosting to a ruby site some time ago when I was playing with RoR, and forgot about it and most of the details. I do know it's a bitch to update the blog software. And I don't know my login anymore because I'm awesome.
That website is my dead baby in the car. And I don't really want to deal with it either.
Am I one for analogies or what?