On a Completely Unrelated Topic…

An Excerpt from the article “Great Design: What is Design?” by Joel Spolsky; or as I like to call it “The Mute Button”.

“How could a mute button on a sound system hurt?” After all, if you don't want to waste time learning about the mute button, you can just ignore it completely, right?

No. Because at some point, someone will hit it by mistake, and no sound will come out of the speakers, and if they don't know about “mute,” they'll start trying to turn up the volume knob all the way, so when they do finally unmute the thing, the speakers will blow out with an ear-shattering boom that creates permanent, concave warps in each of the walls of the room where the sound system was installed (and a matching hump in the floor of the apartment upstairs).

And since the mute button takes up space on the control panel, now all the other control panel buttons have to be a bit smaller, making them harder to read, and there are more buttons, so the whole interface looks scarier. I swear, it's gotten to the point where I don't dare try to use the clock radio in a hotel room to wake me up. With all the options they have I can never quite tell if I'm setting the alarm clock to wake me up in time for my Very Important Meeting, or programming the damn thing to download the latest news from Mongolia on the half-hour.

This hit me just right today. I broke out laughing at work =)

"I can't get no sleep" – Insomnia by Faithless

I just could not sleep last night. I tried my bed. I played some WoW. I tried my comfy couch. I played some WoW. I tried another couch. I tried my last couch. I played some WoW >.>

I listened to music. I installed development software and did some programming. I surfed the web. I counted sheep. I threatened myself with digging out the dreaded dragon book. (All of you Comp. Sci majors know what I'm talking about)

Eventually, sometime between 3:30 am and 4:00 am I just passed out on my bed. I woke up at 7:00 am. Thought “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot”! Coaxed myself back into dream land. Fought a losing battle with trying to sleep until a little after 8:00 am.

So yeah, I'm functioning on around 4 hours of sleep. Oddly I feel better than I do most of the time after 6-12 hours. I hope I can make it through the day and through the raid to Blackwing Lair tonight.

At least this morning, as I sat up on the edge of my bed, I figured out why I couldn't sleep. At least, I think I did. I think it's the same problem I was having with sleep last week, only augmented.

*Shakes fist at air and jokingly curses* Damn you feelings! Damn you!

All is teh gruvy now that I understand. No one else does, but I do.

Super Mario

Super Mario. The Francophone Kid. The Magnificent One. The boy who went to steel town USA and became a man saving their hockey team.

He has stepped away from the game he loves once more, and this time will be the last time. He has always magic to watch on the ice. Where Gretzky had hard work, force of will, a good hard shot and lady luck; Mario simply danced and dazzled. Gretzky made the puck go in the net, but for Mario it went in because it wanted to.

For a lot of people Mario is a hero. He was one of those rare people who become a legend in their prime. Mario brought glory and fame to the Penguins by delivering the Stanley Cup.

When Canadians doubted Mario's commitment to his country, he brought Canada gold. In doing so he became unable to finish the rest of the season with Pittsburgh. While this surely made Penguins fans unhappy, it helped to further immortalize The Magnificent One among his fellow Canadians.

It is sad to see such a wonderful career plagued by so many health problems. It is sad to see such a great player forced out of the game before his time.

Good luck to you Mario. The Hockey World will miss you.