Okay, screw the vegetarian path for this week.

I've been trying to eat vegetarian for the last month or so. Such an action is particulary difficult, as I don't have a strong moral opposition to eating meat. Doyle asked what's the point of going vegetarian then, when meat is so tasty?

Well, let's see, the health reasons: eating lots of vegetables is easier if you're not eating meat as the main course. You're less likely to contract some transmissible spongiform encephalopathic disease if you're not eating an animal of unknown or unverifiable origin. There are the environmental reasons: raising various meats, especially in the factory methodologies of modern meat production, is quite detrimental to the local, and eventually global, environment. And the trump card: the moral reason. It's hard to know that the animals we're eating have consciousnesses and thoughts, and reconcile that with the various emotions associated with our pets.

Not saying that very well. Especially in light of today's illness.

So, yeah, lack of strong moral objects.

I had chicken soup today.

I've been dodging the bullet known as Kris' sickness for the last week.

He's been home sick. He's been coughing and hacking and blowing snot all over the place for the last week, or so, and I've been avoiding getting sick somehow. I'm not sure quite how, though. He came home last Friday night with chills so bad his teeth were chattering and he wasn't able to speak.

Today, however, I realized that I failed to dodge completely, and was smacked upside the head with the sickness bullet that is Kris. If only he weren't so kissable, I wouldn't have had this problem. Is there anything really wrong with shoving him in the backroom, locking the door, and just passing meals in through the window, in order to stay healthy?

Yes?

Rats.

I'm staying home today.

There are few things more immediately embarrassing than sending the wrong Chris an IM message. Especially when the intended recipient is a spouse.

Of course, when the wrong Chris is sitting across the room from you, the heckles in return are even better.

Said Chris is excited about our new bed, and is looking forward to christening it.

My first car, the first one I called mine because I purchased it and chose what I purchased, was a Honda. In particular, it was a Honda CRX. When Kris and I went to buy a new car, by process of elimination, we ended up with another Honda for me. Four years later when he decided it was time for a new, greener car for his long commute to work, he opted for a Honda hybrid, and we had our third Honda

Basically, for a decade and a half, I've been driving Hondas.

The newest car isn't a Honda, however. It's an Audi. To me, Audis are the Big Red Roller Skate™, the car my mom had when I was very young. It didn't work exactly well all the time, and, well, sometimes had to be pushed, hence its nickname.

However, when Katie asked me if wanted to buy her car, and I said yes, well, it was only fate. I mean, the license plate matches my address, how could I ever say no to that little coincidence? Clearly fate.

Well, fate, and a very generous Katie.

Not buying a Honda was almost as hard as buying another car before the previous one had been driven into the ground. The CRX had over 200k miles on it and still drove me from point A to point B, albeit not necessarily as safely as the next car did or the new car does, but that part wasn't as much of a concern for me as being as cheap with cars as possible.

However, the purchase made me realize there are other options out there, other than what my favorite brand offers. When I was looking for my next digital camera, my current one having taken over 15000 pictures, at least two dozen drops, a few trips around the world, four Nationals tournaments, several weddings including our own, I immediately look at Sony cameras. I've had incredibly good luck with the DSC-P10, but it doesn't focus as well as it used to, and well, it was time to look for a new one (mostly because it'll take me a year or so to find one I really want).

I mentioned this to Eric and Mom, and immediately Eric recommended I purchase a Canon. The Sony they have focuses slowly and, well, echoing my complaint, uses proprietary memory formats. You have to buy a Memory Pro stick, you can't use an SD card. So, economics shows it'll be more expensive for extra memory. Bah.

Eric showed me some pictures, and, wow, they were amazing. Their new Canon camera runs off standard AAA batteries, which he bought high-quality, recharable batteries for, so its big. The pictures it took, however, were amazing. It took some fantastic close up pictures. Since I take a lot of close up pictures for work I do with buttons and beads, the close up quality was the deal maker.

I now have a new Canon camera. So far, it's pretty awesome. It doesn't have a view finder, so I'll need to learn how to use it when I want to maximize the battery time (or buy a bunch of extra batteries), but I think I'll manage.

Now, if I can just get it to wirelessly offload pictures via bluetooth onto my computer, which automatically uploads them to my website, I'll be all set.

Oh wait, that's my camera phone which already does that.

Maybe via wi-fi?

I surprised Kris today. I told him I was done with Drupal. He couldn't believe his ears and asked for clarification. What did I just say?

I told him again that I was done with Drupal. I unsubscribed from the mailing lists. I left the IRC chatrooms (fortunately, my ongoing donation subscriptions to the organization that runs the IRC servers guarantees my nickname will remain mine, even if I don't log in regularly any longer). I closed my always-open browser windows that showed the Drupal API search page. I put away all of my Drupal work. I'm done.

I wish I could say I'm walking away because I accomplished everything in Drupal that I wanted to do. Unfortunately, that's not the case.

In reality, I'm tired of dealing with certain elements within the Drupal community. I'm not particularly interested in fighting the battles of incorrect perceptions, of overloaded projects, of unrecognized abuse and of difficult-to-do tasks that should be easy.

Tired. And done.

Life's too hard already to waste time dealing with I'm-not-a-jackass jackasses. I have other things to do than wage that war. Fun things like larning new systems.

Like, say, Wordpress.