I've been really busy at work these last two weeks, though I'm glad to have a productive task to give myself to. I've been expanding the capabilities of an existing computer program, which is a living example of every bad programming practice. At one point, I needed a break and went to see "The Social Network" about the founding of facebook and got to watch the fictionalized Mark Zuckerberg programming away. I identified with him completely. Though of course by the end of the movie, he ends up a billionaire, and I am not one. Though I do have more friends than he did at the end of the movie (none). So I'd say I'm richer than he is. (And yes, that means you can expect me to ask you for a loan soon.) Nevertheless like Zuckerberg, I've neglected other aspects of my life (including this blog), and I've got to correct that.
I'd intended to offer a slide show of St. John's, but that's not going to happen tonight. When asked what St. John's is like, I have to say "Ireland." And I say that without having spent one second in Ireland. But from what I've seen they're quite similar--green rolling hills over rocky terrain jutting out into the Atlantic. St. John's is actually closer to Ireland than it is to New Orleans. But I guess the clincher is that the local accent is a real, full-on brogue. (It is not the Canadian accent, eh.) I'm constantly asked about my accent, and I think My accent?! Have you listened to yourself?
Just the other evening, I was leaving a grocery store when a local guy ask me for money. I gave him some change, and he asked if I had time for a joke. Sure. An old man . . . and after that he lost me. His voice became just a low, ripple of rolly's, lolly's, holly's. So as I stood there, looking at him, I wondered how his face got so damn freckled this far north, and then I realized--out on the sea, fishing. About that time, he reached the punchline. I knew because he showed me his god-awful teeth in a big grin. I gave him a convincing laugh and a nod and went on my way.
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