I fucking hate cars. I love giving them tickets. I love raising money for Buffalo. don't block the sidewalk and other peoples driveways like an asshole and then say you can't ask them to move because its a sold out show.

Total raised, $85

Fridays are half days, which is terrible because I can't get anything done at work, but awesome because usually its a day I don't work for the majority. After work I headed over to Terry's office to set up his tax program. His office can now all use the same data files for their local payroll program by using a local directory linked to a network share - no syncing needed.


The Roxy's building is looking worse than it did before - all that's been done in it so far is a party thrown by some douches I went to high school with. I wonder if Paul Rubino, the developer is actually going to be able to finish it.

When I got home, Paul and I decided to head to the Historical Society to look at some pictures in their library. It was pretty neat. We looked at our block of Linwood and saw all the houses that filled in the current parking lot gaps. The best part about them were all the wrap around porches that used to be here, and the amazing elm canopy. My favorite building, the Lin-Nor looked awesome even in the 20's. It had a Liberty Bank branch downstairs, everyone was walking, the street looked very complete. It's still my favorite building because it's the perfect scale, density, mixed use and even includes amazing greenspace in their garden.

The most ridiculous part of the visit was looking at the pictures themselves. All pictures must be requested through a librarian, who pulls them out of a file cabinet and gives them to you with gloves. You aren't allowed to make copies and nothing is digital. This seems insane given that the library is a public resource, most of these images are from the city, and the ones that aren't are out of copyright. Why are these not digital accessible? Paul an

Paul says the librarian, Cynthia Van Ness, likes keeping them this way because it draws people in for research. I say their goal is realized a thousand times over by making it accessible online for everyone. Plus, what if the library burns down? There's no way there's duplicates of anything in there right now. I think their funding should be contingent on scanning the maps and photos in - tagging and transcribing them could be crowdsourced for nothing I'm sure.







The historical society had a 21 inch all in one running on Android. And they said Linux on the desktop was never going to happen.



Paul Visco and Joe Herzig are now members of the historical society.

We had a bunch of people over tonight for Paul's birthday. There wasn't enough cake, but it was tons of fun. I think there was enough spanking to last the rest of Paul's life.





Breaking out the good stuff

A 360 attempt

Paul got himself a new nose piercing

Mickey drew us the best bear on bear picture I've ever seen.







Even Fuzzy got up for some fun

Happy birthday Paolo. I love you so much. Here's to a 38th crazy year and so many more.

After a pretty productive day at work I found out that I made a dumb mistake in one of my work projects. It turns out that after we switched the portal from MySQL to MariaDB, a date comparison I was doing for appointment reminders started to fail. I literally had missed one function around the date I was looking up - who would have thought it worked anyway with one database but not the other.



(e:paul), (e:terry) and I went to the pride center business mixer at the Black Swan which was super fancy pants. (e:steve), (e:heidi) and (e:dianne) were also there. It was also super loud. When we went to leave and get Paul a birthday treat, we discovered the keys fell out of Terry's pocket. The bartender told us that someone had turned them in - and instead of keeping them at the bar, they gave them to pride center staff. How ridiculous - what if the customer who lost them wasn't at that event? So Heidi and Dianne drove us down to Hamburg to pick them up.

Anyway, we tried to go to the Butterwood dessert place, but it was closed. So Chocolate Bar it was. We ate so much dessert it was insane - they even brought out an extra for Paul's birthday with a firework in it!



Gotta get ya pics in.





We decided Terry looks exactly like this 18th century dandy. He just needs a little more shirt plumage.


Happy boy in his cocoon