People have told me that my ideas are creative. They are unique, and things that I’ve made have character (images and fursuit). Most of my encouragement comes from my partner but it’s hard to listen to him because he’s close to me. It’s kind of like how a compliment from your Mom doesn’t really really count because she’s your Mom?
Many individuals see the Singleton Pattern as an anti-pattern. That is, a tool used to make code less optimal. The biggest drawback I can see is in testing in particular. Singletons are not entirely without merit however. There are domains in which a singleton provides a convenient and modular answer. As OODesign.com points out, there may only be need for one window manager, one file system (like the OS X Finder), one print spool, one logging mechanism, one configuration resource, one database access point, etc.
So, it’s another Saturday. I have this problem, although its a luxurious problem, and a total first world problem. (Yes, I’m playing the song from Weird Al Yankovic in the background right now.) The problem is that, since I don’t have to get up to walk and get my medication, I sleep in, usually until noon these days.
Original Pursuits Society (OPS) is an organization dedicated to creativity. This site, wunk.me, is now part of the Original Pursuits Society network, running on its server. It’d be interesting to see what we could do with this organization, but I’m focusing on developing some creative ideas to generate revenue. A newsletter would be kinda cool.
So problem with the suit: Moisture collects on the glasses, fogging them up and making them extremely refractive. By the end of my tour of Zombie Crawl I could hardly see anything at all. I had a really hard time even seeing kids taking and wanting to take a picture. I couldn’t move because I was afraid I’d trample over somebody. Night time is pretty hard to see through those glasses, but add fog and moisture on top of that… impossible.
One time Maus found this graphic and posted it on Facebook. It said generally, “I don’t really plan my days in advance. It’s just coffee and strangeness my friend, coffee and strangeness.” He said this was my line, and he was so right. My days are filled with coffee and strangeness. I forget how strange my life is sometimes, because I regard a lot of ‘strange’ things as normal. I don’t think I’m really that strange, I think I’m pretty run of the mill, but Maus points out that I don’t get out often.
Nothing ever seems to lead anywhere. I lay on the couch every night, anxious, trying to think how I can use my strengths to change my life. And I come up with nothing. Am I afraid of failure? Am I afraid of success? I don’t feel like I’m afraid of anything. The more I think about it, I don’t think I feel anything at all.