Welcome All Again

I decided that I should probably go see a therapist again.

It's not even like anything's crappy in my life right now, either... I guess that's just the joys of recurrent major depressive disorder.

In other news, I'm going to be choreographing a Fosse-inspired piece ("Who's Got the Pain?") for a local high school's upcoming musical production of Damn Yankees.

I'm excited.

Another First

My oldest niece just had a baby boy this morning, and I am, for the first time, a Great Uncle!

... well, I've always been a great uncle...

And then...

... several what-the-hell??s later you realize that one of those scrapped methods shouldn't have been scrapped, after all.

And you thank the 0s and 1s that you just commented everything out and kept the source of the previous three versions.

Does Not Compute

Have you ever been programming and thinking, "There has got to be a more efficient way of going about this... but I don't feel like figuring it out." ?

And then, twelve methods and several days later (exaggeration), it hits you exactly how to be more efficient, so you write one method that scraps all the other twelve.

And you want to pound your head against your keyboard in a fury of angst for having wasted so much time, not having sat down and thought things through...

... but then you realize that those twelve other methods were actually what led you to the more ideal method and better understanding not only of how to solve the problem but of how the language, itself, works...

Deep.

I know.

It's the Last Midnight

Well, my dance academy's classes start next week.

Wish me well!

If you want... I won't force you. I've actually come to not expect any well-wishing from anyone.

Not that there aren't those who, indeed, sincerely wish me well (especially, I would dare say those of you who actually read my blog).

I've just stopped expecting it... I haven't decided if that's sad or not.

Cynical, yes.

But, then, what is a Chedner if not cynical?

I Need a Tan

... that's it.

Cookies

Intro:
Jim & Jenny are siblings. Jenny & Jim's parents gave Jenny a cookie for cleaning her room. Jim cleaned his room, too, but he didn't get a cookie.

Cookies
a scene by Andrew Martin Pankratz

Jim: Why does Jenny get a cookie for cleaning her room and I don't?

Parents: Because girls are better at cleaning rooms.

Jim: But my room is just as clean as Jenny's!

Parents: That can't be true because you're a boy and Jenny's a girl. But don't worry, if you want a cookie, you can fix your bike's chains. Boys are good at that.

Jim: I can't put the chains back on the gears! I tried, and I just can't...

Parents: You just need more practice and to get stronger. You need more vegetables, not a cookie!

Jim: I don't even like riding my bike!! I like playing in my room! And I always eat all my vegetables, and Jenny doesn't. It's not fair! I cleaned my room just as well as Jenny, and you won't even look at it because I'm a boy. I should get a cookie like Jenny!!

Parents: Your tone is very inappropriate, Jim. Life's not always fair. We're not against you tidying up your room, but you're a boy, and boys should be rewarded for doing boy things. Boys should be outside. Girls should be inside. Boys should be fixing things. Girls should be cleaning things. We reward you for doing what we expect of you.

Jim: Well, what you expect is dumb!

Parents: That is enough! Go to your room, young man!