Here he is! Our new son was born this morning at 12:21am, weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces, and measuring 21 inches. He and Maile are both doing very well.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
The new kid
Here he is! Our new son was born this morning at 12:21am, weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces, and measuring 21 inches. He and Maile are both doing very well.
Friday, July 4, 2008
A lot of bowling
Due to the exorbitant holiday price at Albany Bowl today, I only bowled a single (inglorious) game. Still, it was noteworthy occasion. I've been keeping track of my bowling scores (and those of some of my bowling buddies) since August 2003--almost five years. 256 weeks to be precise. As veteran users of Excel (2003 or earlier) will now, each worksheet has up to 65,536 (2^16) rows and 256 (2^8) columns. With each week inserted in a new column, the oldest week has now finally hit the rightward wall: Column IV.
Where to go from here? I've known for quite some time that this day would come, but I haven't been looking forward to it. I now have to completely revamp my bowling spreadsheet, which in addition to storing the scoring data also graphs the games and averages and outputs the relevant statistics for my bowling website. The most likely solution is to store weeks vertically instead of horizontally. It will take a bit of work to reprogram the macros, but there will be an upside.
With 65,536 rows, I won't have to overhaul the new spreadsheet for another 1251 years. :-)
Where to go from here? I've known for quite some time that this day would come, but I haven't been looking forward to it. I now have to completely revamp my bowling spreadsheet, which in addition to storing the scoring data also graphs the games and averages and outputs the relevant statistics for my bowling website. The most likely solution is to store weeks vertically instead of horizontally. It will take a bit of work to reprogram the macros, but there will be an upside.
With 65,536 rows, I won't have to overhaul the new spreadsheet for another 1251 years. :-)
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Potty Story
Today Ellie told me a story while she was sitting on the potty:
"Once there was a kitty who didn't have a daddy, so she was all alone and lonely when her mommy went to a meeting. But then, the babysitter showed up...and she was a bride who was just about to marry the prince, but then the prince was actually a bum, so they didn't get married after all. Instead she and the kitty danced at the ball, but then the clock struck twelve and she ran and ran until she got to her house and she was so, so sad because her stepsisters ripped up her pink dress. Then, when the clock stopped, her beautiful dress and the coach and the coachmen and the wheelchair and her glass slippers disappeared. The end."
No, that's not a paraphrase. That's EXACTLY what she said. I know, because I repeated it back to her and she corrected me on everything I got wrong...including the wheelchair, which was apparently integral to the plot line. What a bizarre and fascinating make-believe world my daughter lives in!
"Once there was a kitty who didn't have a daddy, so she was all alone and lonely when her mommy went to a meeting. But then, the babysitter showed up...and she was a bride who was just about to marry the prince, but then the prince was actually a bum, so they didn't get married after all. Instead she and the kitty danced at the ball, but then the clock struck twelve and she ran and ran until she got to her house and she was so, so sad because her stepsisters ripped up her pink dress. Then, when the clock stopped, her beautiful dress and the coach and the coachmen and the wheelchair and her glass slippers disappeared. The end."
No, that's not a paraphrase. That's EXACTLY what she said. I know, because I repeated it back to her and she corrected me on everything I got wrong...including the wheelchair, which was apparently integral to the plot line. What a bizarre and fascinating make-believe world my daughter lives in!
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