What’s that?

Todays fun-time game is “what’s that sound?”

First round: My neighbor testing out his boat motor, with the boat up on the boat rack in his driveway. Wow that was loud.

Second round: The eerily doppler-shifted ice cream truck, as he hurtled down the street. It was off enough that it sounded like something out of “Zombie Carnival” or something. (note, there is no such movie as “Zombie Carnival”, but if there was, I would schedule a time with simianpower to watch it).

Third round: Car alarm. This “what” was easy, but the “why” is more troubling. The car in question is the biggest POS in the neighborhood. It has no hubcaps, and it’s all bondo-brown and primer-grey. Yet, loud car alarm. Why?

Fourth round: The phone. My phone has been ringing off the hook today. Partners needing favors, customers needing help, Verizon wanting to screw me (again). I long for the sweet sound of the quitting bell. Oh wait. I work at home. Oh wait, that’s my cell phone that rings like that.

Fifth round: My soul, screaming. We’re pushing out a new version of the software. It has to go out soon. It should have gone out weeks ago. The weather is perfect, my phone is ringing, and I desperately need to code. As my business partner put it: “Are we going to be able to pass this kidney stone soon?”