On Hiatus

Been away for some time. I will be off for some more time, though. I don’t know when I will be back.

The Kid is trying to crawl, is about to teeth and so is licking everything in sight, including my shirt – when I hold him, that is. This desire to taste everything around him cost him dearly, as he was hit by enterococcus faecalis, which is a bacteria that is every bit as nasty as it sounds. He was also temporarily intolerant of lactose. Ah, parenting – it’s not easy. It’s tougher on my better half, she chose to stay at home with the baby, at least until he grew up a little. Not an easy decision to make, that. I’m sure there are days when she’s happy she took that road, and there are days when she mentally kicks herself for having a strong motherly instinct.

I’m off the internet at home, Tata Indicom have managed to piss me off with their ineptitude to handle simple problems at their end. I don’t know when I’ll get connected again, it might take some time. It’s getting difficult to blog regularly these days.

There are days when I wish I could turn the clock back, and go back to being 18.. or 21, or 24. Then again, there’s so much around me that’s wonderful that I feel bad for even thinking about turning the clock back. I’m in one of those confused states of mind today, and a BMT with extra bacon, followed by a double scoop of rum’n'raisin hasn’t helped improve my mood one bit. Came in to work to lop a bit off what’s been piling up, but that isn’t getting done either.

I think I see why people want to believe in sky fairies. Living with the decisions you’ve taken isn’t easy, especially if things don’t seem to be going right. Far easier to believe that someone else is orchestrating the show, that a litlte begging and bribing will set things right. If that didn’t happen, too bad, you didn’t beg or bribe enough. Far, far easier to do than sit down and say Yes, I screwed up.

Yes, I screwed up. In far more ways than one.

Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond play in the background. The lyrics (unsung in this version) go thusly:

Through early morning fog I see
visions of the things to be
the pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see…

From Tumbolia:

You can write a regular expression that matches only strings of a composite number of x’s. (Hint: Too easy for a hint.)

Ok, this looks easy enough – but dang it, it’s 11.30, and I need to go sweep the house, swab down the floors, and do my bit to dispel the general air of run-downness that’s been hanging over the dwelling for the past I don’t know how many weeks. Will be back, tomorrow.

And no, I can’t think of a regexp that does that – yet.