I had a sort of uneventful weekend. Friday, being so tired at the end of the week, I ended up crashing round 10:00 instead of making any use of the evening. But having taken note of the time when I realized that I couldn't stay awake any longer, I can note that I slept for a very long time indeed.

Saturday was occupied with a few household chores, some bad attempts at baking cookies (I was preparing for a party where the host specifically mentioned in the invitation that baked goods would be appreciated), and Chris's housewarming party (where baked goods were at least nominally appreciated).

As an aside, my long-standing desire to stop eating take-out, mixed with a little encouragement and a passing fascination with Kitchen Science, seems to have developed into a full-blown hobby. So I was baking these cookies. Sure, I'm told that every American child goes through this phase where they learn to make cookies, by my parents were rather protective, so we were never allowed near the oven. And there was that one cooking class in the seventh grade. (The soup you get when you forget the flour from the cookie recipe is pretty tasty, though messy.) Which is why I'm starting at what is probably the easiest baked good you can try to bake. That is progress.

Anyway, I misplaced an ingredient, went out to replenish my stock of it (picking up some additional spices at the local Penzey's because they were open), and ended up finding those little M&M bits that you can use instead of chocolate chips (they need to be semi-sweet, so while M&Ms Minis might otherwise seem like a good idea, they're not suitable). So I took M&M cookies to Chris's party instead of the chocolate chip cookies he'd have otherwise have gotten. At least nobody keeled over in pain, and nobody died. The toffie batch didn't fare as well — realizing that relying exclusively on my one little cookie sheet would force baking time into several hours, I tried to use some foil baking sheets, and managed only to consistently burn four dozen cookies. I suspect that leaving the butter out while I shopped for baking soda might have contributed to it, but I can't be sure. The shortening made for crumblier dough, but as blizzard pointed out to me, it results in softer cookies.

Sunday was likewise occupied cooking — I think I'm getting the hang of this stuff the British call "curry" (an umbrella term for that which my people more or less refer to simply as "food"), and have figured out why my attempts to stir-fry potatoes have often been met with failure (I was cutting them too thin — potatoes just about halve in size in each dimension when they're cooked, and I was cutting them to the cooked size — the end result being that in the time it took to even start cooking the entire batch, part of it would burn, ugh.) Time permitting, I'll get to verify that this weekend.

It's true what they say: most of the difficulty of cooking is making sure you have the right ingredients on-hand. Having to go out to find a crucial ingredient just sucks the enthusiasm and energy right out of you.

I should try my hand at other baked goods. I think the cookie thing is squared away.

In work-related news, I think I've finally gotten oddjob to a point where I'm willing to call it feature-complete. Now I just need to double-check for memory leaks, and to make sure that the conditional code which makes it run on RHEL4 works reasonably well in comparison to the code I'm actively testing, which of course is targeted at Raw Hide. Spent the last couple of days writing up some decent long-form documentation, using it as an excuse to reacqaint myself with DocBook. The end result ("oddjob: Threat or Menace?") might have made a useful paper for OLS, but it would have been dumb to wait another 8 months to write it just so that I could present it somewhere.

The commute to work is really beginning to worry me. Moving to my second apartment in Massachusetts cut the distance to the office from 37 miles down to about 30, which was a marked improvement. But if I count 5 round trips to the office each week, divide that sum by the rated fuel efficiency for my car, and then multiply that by what it costs to fuel it, over the course of a month, it's pretty disturbing.

The one good thing about the commute (and really, any commute) is that it clearly separates your work world from your home world. It also offers a period which you can use to analyze how the day went, mull over important things, or even just get that crap out of your head. For the last few months, I've been attempting to fill the otherwise-quiet commute by listening to Podcasts, and I have to say: Sturgeon's Law applies: 90% of podcasts are crap. Not even kinda crappy, I'm talking full-bore, snooze-inducing, please-hire-a-writer crap, filled with "um"s and "uh"s which might as well say "I don't care enough that I make you suffer through my long pauses to actually write things down beforehand".