tango victory and other romantic tales

In what I consider a non-trivial accomplishment, at last night's tango lesson I managed not to make myself sore. I also discovered that with a good lead - e.g. the cute, motorcycle-riding instructor - I can more or less do the dance. It all feels like magic, really. If this continues, I might not be terrified to dance with the enthusiastic and vastly more experienced Siberian Siren. The SS has compared leading larger partners like me to steering a refrigerator, but I hope she'll indulge me; that should minimize the potential for injury.

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I just had my first of three dates in five days, drinks at the Wildrose with a woman who turned out to be less Goth-looking than I expected. She's a little socially "phobic", she says, and was raised - just barely - by hippies. Ten out of ten for humanity, but in terms of engagement, chemistry, and having things in common, I'm a little skeptical. She's... interesting to talk to, but I'm not sure I can build a relationship on that.

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A note to all you code monkeys out there*: If you're not going to script your deployments, at least document them completely. If you can't even manage a copy & paste into some obvious file somewhere, you're too anti-social to be doing what you're doing for a living. If there were any justice, you'd be killed and eaten forced to work with COBOL or, heaven forbid, Microsoft Access.



*Even if you prefer a more dignified title, I know better. Way better. The metaphor works on a great many levels, especially the social.

Axdad is back in the hospital.

I've read that paramedics sometimes mark their paperwork with HIBGIA - had it before, got it again. My Aspiring Ex's poor father is back in the hospital and on blood thinners, again due to stroke-like symptoms that appeared when he got up this morning.

Come on, man, don't leave us.