And I replied something along the lines of, “To do that I would have to send you back in time to visit your 2008 self to deliver the explicit message that you should listen to the issues I’m raising every week in our security and compliance meetings and do something other that stubbornly harumphing and crossing your arms. We weren’t compliant at all last year and the changes we’ve implemented since then probably wont’ hold up to close scrutiny, which, again: it’s because you’re stubborn.” Again, I’m paraphrasing.

So then they were all, “So we can’t get what we need to present to the auditing agency?” and I was all, “You know very well that we weren’t compliant and didn’t have a formal record keeping system for everything that we would need back then,” and then they were all, “Okay, look dude, we can’t come out and explicitly ask you to do this in any sort of formal way, so can you take what we do have and ake-may it-ay ook-lay ike-lay e-way ere-way ompliant-cay uring-day at-thay ear-yay?” and when they persisted in trying to force me to fudge things so they could stay out of trouble, I eventually said, “Well, good luck with that,” and handed in my notice. So I quit my job at the beginning of 2010. It was ridiculously scary. And this is the part where most people say, “but it all worked out okay,” but it didn’t. I didn’t have a plan. I had some good ideas, but coming up with a plan once your canoe has already gone over the edge of the waterfall doesn’t do you a lot of good. I ended up being without any source of income for six months, burned through most of my savings, dire financial straits, blah blah blah, and now I’ve devoted several more paragraphs to this topic than I had intended, because as the title implies 2010 had its share of good times, starting off with Sarah moving here at the beginning of the year so that she was only a commuter train ride away instead of a two-hour flight distant, and without her being so supportive and so rad all year and can honestly say I don’t know what I would have done this last year but I imagine I would be even more of a mess. I got to see some of my far flung imaginary friends again, and I’m grateful for that whenever that happens. I got to pay visits to San Francisco, and Seattle, and cities all along the Oregon coast, and Vancouver and Victoria in British Columbia and we all know any year that features anything Canadian can be all that bad. One of my best friends got married. I made a whirlwind trip to Montana, which nearly resulted in me dying but you know, whatever. I did some other stuff too but I imagine everyone is pretty bored at this point so I’ll just shut up now and give all y’alls the year in pictures.

(Via College Humor)

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

It’s Friday, people, go out and have fun.

Maybe tomorrow. Or maybe I’ll come up with something suitably embarrassing for Friday. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, for no particular reason, Mr Spock singing about hobbits:

Pictures coming later — I have plenty of Comic-Con and other assorted places around San Diego.

Fortunately I ate something like seven pounds of fresh blueberries over the weekend, which I think antioxidized my addled wits and left me capable of finally writing something. All this fruit did not, however, cause my pee to change color. I confess a small amount of disappointment about this.

MOVING ON, NOW…

Also, a number of the pictures that I host here at the site were corrupted when I FTP’d them to the server the first time around. They have now been re-uploaded with the undamaged originals. So, whoever was around here last Tuesday or so and dug up my old TequilaCon research post, the pictures aren’t completely demolished anymore.

More coming soon…

What’s on the menu tonight?  I don’t really know.  But I wanted to drop by and wish you all a happy new year.  Cheers!

I let myself down. Worse yet, I let other bloggers down, and for that there is no excuse.

As my plans for tonight have been well established, I decided to let the mistakes of the past go and dedicate myself anew to the pursuit of good times. So I grabbed my best dancing shoes and favorite red suspenders, and took to the streets on my lunch hour to get some practice in before tonight. So DON’T STOP ME NOW.

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At this point someone no doubt will note that no one does, in fact, call me Mr. Fahrenheit. To which I can only reply, “Not yet.”

(Confidential to Eclectic in WA: Your presence tonight is already sorely missed. Really.)

Disclaimer: My actual karaoke performance turns out not to be as great as this.

I hate: going back to work on Tuesday morning.

’nuff said.