Favorite chance misspelling of the day:

I allowed myself a bit of shardenfreud at this news, but I’ll really rejoice when…

Right now, I get 23 hits for shardenfreud. Not common, but not unprecedented either.

Picking up new words from context is hard enough; picking up new words in foreign languages the phonetics and orthography of which you have no knowledge is harder yet, and makes for all kinds of wonderful misunderstandings and buggered renderings. So this sort of thing is pretty understandable, even if it makes me smile.

(As a kid, I thought that the German affirmative was “yabul”. Yabul, mine air. I am deeply sympathetic.)

Now I’m holding out for a citation that involves “shatner” somehow.

Some new music from me this morning, because I have poor impulse control:

Wheel in the Sky (bluegrass cover)

Because you always wondered what would happen if Journey was actually a bar band from Montana named “Moseyin’ On”.

- Having a house.
- Working from home.
- Fallout 3.
- Wizard People, Dear Reader
- This rosemary bread that the wife made this weekend using rosemary from our backyard.
- Your willingness to sac-a-ra-fice our-a love

Yesterday was my last day at the insurance company for which I’ve worked in a digital imaging and archiving capacity over the last three and a half years. As of right now, I am a full-time employee at Metafilter.

No more top-down bureaucracy to muddle through. No more corporate structure. No more trying to make the best of limited resources and unreasonable demands.

No more arguing with nannyfilter software about what internet content I can, as a full-grown adult, handle looking at. No more blocks on ssh connections; no more scuttled IM access; no more reloading youtube videos a dozen times hoping that this refresh is the one that won’t be borked by the local proxy cache system.

No more dresscode. No more dull, cycling fleet of slacks and button-down shirts that have been mandatory wardrobe for last few dozen months. Greetings, beloved jeans, cherished t-shirts: your weekday has come at last.

No more cubicles. I work from home. I have my own office. The office has windows, and a stereo in the next room, and a pool table downstairs, and scotch in the cupboard.

The job I’m leaving behind was not a bad one, and there are folks I will miss seeing every day. The transition will probably feel weird for the next few days. That is the sum total of my complaints.

It’s a wonderful, pants-optional world, and I am deeply grateful to have found may way to it. Thanks, Matt, for making this possible.