A story about wck
I remember that last night in Seattle, the Blue C Sushi and me singing. Badly.
wck
meeting 2 people,doing 17 things,
going 17 places
What wck has done in 2008
Recent stories by and about wck
Why I like Zen Spider
I have a printout of a perl regex on my wall at work that Ryan wrote. It’s a regex to recognize a perl style regex, and he used m// as the delimeters. It looks like a pattern, not code. Here is one piece of it:
\\/(\\\\\\/|[^\\/])+?\\/And he taught me perl years ago so that I could read hairy regexen.
Why I like egilmour
He likes salt bagels, PTI, and the Yankees. I know a few other Yankees fans around Seattle, but no other ones who understand how tasty salt bagels are.
Why I want to meet William Gibson
His book Pattern Recognition has the only girl geek character in it who has ever felt like a real girl geek instead of a parody of girl geeks.
Why I like gregspils
The first time that Greg puppysat Declan for me, he took him up to Whidbey Island for Christmas with his family. I got an email from Greg on Christmas Eve telling me that my dog was having a great time chasing waves, playing with Greg’s nephews, and, oh, Declan’s name was now Pickles.
A story about Jordan Hay
A few months into my first job out of college, I was a test lead for our kitchen tab launch, which Jordan was working on as well. I remember being stressed out to no end, and Jordan reassuring me that it would launch ok. She was right, of course, mostly because she’s one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.
A story about Alex Edelman
My current office was alex’s office first, many years ago. His bumper stickers are still up on the door—my favorite is “Go work on your website.”
My favorite memory of jpak
We both have red sneakers which we wear every so often. When jpak was in Seattle, we always would randomly show up at work on the same days in our red sneakers. I swear there was no Belltown-Cap Hill coordination going on.
A story about declan (sheltie)
Declan was introduced to laser pointers on the 5th floor of Pacmed sometime in the spring of 2000, and sadly he became completely addicted to red dots shortly thereafter. I still love him, even though he loves a small beam of light more than me.
A story about Kate Benson
Kate is my niece, and she’s goofiest, smartest, cutest, most lovable little kid ever. She’s two now, that picture is from when she was a teensy baby. When I ask her where I live, she says “Seattle” and when I ask her how to get to NJ, she says “On an airplane.” Then if I ask her where she lives, she says “at home.” She has it all worked out.
