Mudfest

For most of winter Ive been parking our car round the front of our house since the driveway is far more solid there. Its a dirt track elsewhere and over the course of the winter freeze up and melt down it, I had experienced foot deep trenches appearing when I drove through it. You cold pull some good slid skids in it!

Well now that it finally seemed that winter was over, the driveway had been solid for about a week or two. I figured I could park the car at the back door, which is a lot closer for taking grocieries in etc.

It also happens to be right in the middle of the worst bit of the drive. So after last nights storm I went out this morning to a reenactment of Glastonbury Festival.
I almost drowned...

4 days

Thats how long Ive been stuck at this particular problem with .net

It's a cool concept, the way in which .net generates code for the browser. The framework does make the job easier at times. But in situations like this, the framework makes it impossible for me to proceed. If it were simple PHP I would be able to dissect and analyze - and at least isolate the issues that are causing the problem. For the time being, probably due to my lack of experience, Im left flailing my arms and wailing like a baby.

Im almost at my wits end. The problem becomes more elusive while the deadline gets closer.

Did I mention I HATE COMPUTERS.

Grrrrr...

UPDATE
Seems that the OS thought my code files were system files! Gosh you've got to admire Microsoft for the stupidity that windows displays. The system guy here spent almost 2 days trying to reverse the damage - thats a total of 6 days I was down for. Eventually I gave up and started again, but here I am Monday morning ready to kick some coding bottom.....

Big Black Beastie

So it seems spring is finally here. And with it, the bugs are back. I came downstairs this morning to find a big black cockroach climbing up my curtain. These annoying pests never seem to die through convention means (stamping / spraying / shotgun) although the a microwave is guaranteed killer. I don't personally use it due to hygiene reasons - but who knows you get them cheap at the goodwill (Scottish translation - second hand) store.

Living here, the whole of last summer was characterized by these beasties, while with winter its been all about the mice (The microwave works on them too). Gotta love these 110 year old houses.

And on a related note - we've got our new house booked! We are moving in, in about a month from today. Its a lot smaller, but its a whole $210 cheaper - and not to mention the location, the kids can suddenly play outside without being ran over! I can't wait....

What you got under the hood?

For my Scottish readers this title would read "what you got under the bonnet".

A lot of males have an interest in Cars, particularly if they are fast and powerful. Seeing a customized power machine some may ask the owner - what do you have under the hood - or if they are mechanically minded - check it out themselves.

Something happened to me at church on Sunday, that I need to share. With it being Easter I decided to dress smart and wear my kilt. My friends had never seen me wearing it before, but I figured they new me enough - they wouldn't be shocked by it. I walked in the front door that morning to find my friends suddenly intently staring at their belly buttons - no eye contact - no words said. I had to chuckle.

I went straight through to the main room to have a final practice of that morning's music, before the service started. Once we finished, I stood talking to the two friends that play in the praise band with me. I was just minding my own business when the assistant pastor's son wandered in and pointed at my kilt saying:

"what's that?"

I replied "A Kilt"

"A kilt huh...." he replied - suddenly lost in thought.

I then continued to talk to my two friends. Next thing I notice, the guy was down on all fours peering up my kilt. It didn't dawn on me straight away what he was doing. When it finally registered, my two friends were standing in disbelief not knowing what to do - to be embarrassed or laugh.

Recognizing the situation, I did what any owner would do. I ushered him up, then stood proud, with my arms at my hips, nodding my head saying - "yes, that machinery is mine".

I think that between my kilt and my long hair, curiosity got the better of him. Happens to us all sometimes.

Thankfully, I guess I'm not a true Scotsman - I don't do commando!

A first for me

Given the amount that I talk so much, its kinda strange that its taken me so long to set up a blog. I generally spew out crap, but feel free to add discussion. I also cant spell/write English property, so if you are a grammar Nazi I apologize for any torment these posts cause you.

So, the name "KiltedCorn". I apologize for the cheese, but I needed a name that reflected both my Scottish roots and my life as a Nebraskan. Everything else seemed to wordy....

Let the havering commence...