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Mike Luckovich

Time flies when you're not paying attention

| I feel a little like Punxatawny Phil, rousted from a long winter's nap to face February. Not that I've been napping for the whole month of January. I'm just saying...

On the one hand, I've spent a lot of hours working on adding a lot of database functionality to one of my websites, a task that involves writing code for PHP and MySQL, neither of which is something I've ever really studied, much less mastered. I know just enough to have ambitions that can easily exceed my grasp. There was a particularly vexing span of two days spent trying to figure out why a pretty straightforward section of code kept failing. The usual suspects are always an unmatched ( parenthesis ), an unmatched { curly bracket }, an unmatched [ square bracket ], or a misspelled word. In this case, it turned out to be an extra comma hanging out at the end of a line, all but invisible to my poor eyesight.

On the other hand, there's been a certain amount of form-filling and form-signing as my condo moves through escrow. The ideal solution would be to slash the amount of paperwork that has to be completed for a real-estate transaction. Barring that, if someone would just figure out a little app to take the relevant buyer and seller information and then print it out in all the right places on the fifty-leven pieces of paper, the whole process could be so much easier. But no, one has to fill in the same information over and over and over again.

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Glenn McCoy

Meanwhile, it's almost time for the Super Bowl. This year the itinerant party will be Chez Paul again. This will be the 13th consecutive year that the cadre has gotten together to observe this all-American pseudo holiday. Bob and Carolyn are scheduled to fly through Chicago tomorrow, where, as Bob put it yesterday, "The news organizations are having a frenzy to see who can paint the bleakest picture of the snow storms we’re expecting" (update). We'll see. Jim and Angela are due in Friday night from San Francisco, where a life-as-we-know-it-stopping snow storm is not expected.

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Google map

Tonight is the Bunch's usual cocktail hour. It's not entirely clear how I shall get back home because they are completely closing the I-10 freeway tonight, and the following two nights, as they work on the new overpass at Indian Ave.

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Visibility on Gene Autry Trail

Last Sunday there was a sandstorm that nearly made it impossible to get home after brunch.

Ah, the joys of country living.

Update

Bob sends word that their flight has been cancelled, and he attached photos of the snow drifts around their house.

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Last updated on Apr 13, 2018

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