Lazy
It has been only one week and already the weblog falters, I am truely bad. On the other hand, according to this very weird spam it may not matter soon.
I just released the code that I have been using to build minature OpenBSD distributions for my flash-based router/firewall. It is largely ripped from OpenBSD’s i386 distrib architecture, but it is likely to be useful to others.
I stand at the edge of my last week of unemployment. My company divison was shut down back in March and I have been blissfully lazy ever since. All this is coming to an end as next Monday I start a new job with NetStar Networks on their security team. This is somewhat of a change from the software development that I have done the last couple of years, but it should be an interesting challenge and will have me out from behind the monitor a fair bit more (woo hoo). It is just as well that I am going back to work as I have a mortgage to pay :)
A couple of weeks ago I insulated my roof. It has been a very cold and dry winter in Melbourne and without insulation our house was like a fridge. No longer. Some advice to the reader in a similar situation: whatever you do, PAY SOMEONE ELSE to do it. Stuffing insulation into a dark, dusty, spider infested roof cavity where you have to lie prone to get it into the corners is just not worth the pain. Did I mention that I am afraid of heights, slightly claustrophobic, alarmed by spiders and allergic to dust? It really is the worst job I have had to do in our renovation adventure, easily beating the digging of stump holes. The insulation has, despite my whinging, done the job and neither I nor my wife are quite so bone cold now.
Continuing the renovation theme, my wife and I weeded our front garden today. The garden grows weeds very nicely, but is not quite ready for planting much just yet. You see, my uncle was kind enough to give me a birthday present of four bags of cow shit and four bales of hay last year. Everyone thought this to be very funny, but they hay has still not completely rotted down. On the other hand, the soil underneath it is looking pretty good - which was the point. Also, having a front yard of gently rotting hay gives me a good excuse to exercise my aversion to gardening. My wife and I are both cursed with an innate ability to kill plants. She used to refer to the line of sick potplants at the front of out old apartment as “death row”.