The doctor is in

It has been many moons since I last posted to this blog.  In fact, it has been many moons since I wrote anything significant other than my thesis or for work.

That's right, I have written my thesis.  Not only written it, but submitted it, had it accepted and have finally completed my PhD.  I am now officially not that sort of doctor.  What sort of doctor am I, I hear you ask?  I am the sort that you would call if your ultra high resolution tiled display wall powered by a GPU-enabled virtual hosted cloud-based desktop computer wasn't working.  I wouldn't be able to fix it, because I'm not that sort of doctor either.  But I could tell you what you should have considered before you bought it, and I'd probably be right.

So now I lurk around conversations at parties waiting for my area of expertise to come up, so I can jump in and show off.  It hasn't happened yet, but soon...

Having focussed myself on the big research questions for the last few years, I now find that I have to find something new to keep myself from annoying DW.  Yes, DW still hasn't left me for an actual that sort of doctor, though now when she jokingly tells people she is married to a doctor, there is a tiny little tear in her eye.

So I am turning back to my old tunes.  Literally, in the case of my guitar playing, and figuratively, in the case of my writing.  Over the last few years I have been jotting down all my ideas.  I've stopped telling them to DW because I've been able to bore regale her with juicy details about my research.  But all those ideas have still been happening, and now I have to dive back in and pick one.  That is the trouble of course, choosing just one.

And then there are all the jobs around the house, but they've been around for ages, so I'm sure they can wait a few more years...

...apparently they can't wait a few more years, or even a few more minutes.  So I'm off to do some jobs around the house.

Ciao!

Thought of the day: Happy wife, whatever it takes.