27-Jan-2000
Dean! Get with the program! You're supposed to, like, think of something during the day so you can write about it. No such luck.
I did get to swim, and reasonably fast -- 25:18 for 1 Km. Dr. Groopman was in the lane next to me most of the time, unaccountably in a medium lane while I was in a fast lane, but he was going a bit faster than I was. Only a bit, though.
I'm continuing to make progress with the decision tree program I'm hacking into at work. I'm following the advice in Refactoring, making tiny changes, recompiling, and testing. Often things go wrong, but they're things in the tiny changes and are easy to find and most often easy to fix. My mouth keeps dropping open as many things work the first time.
We went out for Chinese food for dinner and then continued to Needham to Trader Joe's. The place was piled high with chips and other snacks for Superbowl parties. I don't expect to consume my fair share of them.
What I have been watching on my TV is not pro football but my Nintendo 64 Wave Racer game. Actually, it's Charley's cartridge that I have on indefinite loan. Charley showed me the game long ago, and I bought a N64 a couple of years ago when Lechmere was going out of business. The game is, of all things, a Jet Ski race simulation. In real life I'd rather be in a kayak or a canoe, or on a sailboard, than a motorized watercraft; but I love bouncing over those virtual waves in Wave Racer. The courses have a lot of variety, from tropical islands to marshy lakes with the mist rising off them in the morning, from a fortified island battered by huge waves, with floating packing crates that you have to dodge, to a seaport where you're racing around a rusty old freighter. By now I've beaten Charley's best time on one or two courses.
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