Yesterday was Marjorie's birthday, which we spent pretty much in transit up here to Port Douglas on the northeast coast of Australia. Portents were bad when:

We found out the day before that our dog sitter we had arranged months in advance through Top Dog had no idea we were coming, and we had to find someone else

We received an email from Virgin Blue the day before asking us to confirm our flight to a different city, at a different time

Mark went to get money from the ATM, and ended up leaving the money in the machine and just taking his card. D'oh! Still trying to work out whether the money got sucked back in or I made someone's night.
But we're here now, and it's lovely. We were awoken this morning by huge flocks of (some sort of) parrots flying over our bungalow. We ended up taking a stroll down the street at 6 am a scoring about five new species, including a satin bowerbird (we think). Tomorrow we're doing a major bird tour, then snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef later in the week.

My job continues to rock. The word now is that we'll all be getting iPhones come December, thanks to a pot of unspent "morale money". (Though iPhones, an Apple product, are a curious choice considering we're working for Microsoft now.)

I've told you all what the job is about -- our product basically lets companies put search engines their own site and control all the associated advertising, instead of giving a major cut to big third-party sites (read: Google).

But here's an analogy that might give you a picture of what my job is like, day-to-day. Imagine a bunch of engineers designing a new engine. In their office they have a working copy of last year's engine. Various groups are responsible for redesigning various parts of the new and improved engine -- some guys work on the fuel line, some on the electrical system, and one guy is fixing the carburetor that never worked right in the previous model. The groups toil away at their desks, and when one team has an improvement they want to try out, they snap the old part off the working copy and replace it with the new one. Every time this is done, the engine is started automatically. If it fails to start, or runs poorly, everyone knows, because they're all working off the same engine (well, their own copy of it). Sometimes, more than one team will make a change to the same part of the engine, and you have to work out whose change will go in the final product.

That's pretty much how modern software development goes. Instead of the engine, it's just a huge piece of software, and the snapping on of new changes and retrieval of changes from other people all happens at the click of a few buttons on our desk computers. The process has been refined over the years, and there's a whole lot more to it, but that's the gist of how it goes at nearly every company these days. The days of a single hacker working away in his garage are all but gone.

It's a stimulating environment, especially working with people smarter than you. (That was a hard admission to make for me, that some people at this job are smarter than me. It's certainly not the first time I've worked with people smarter than me, but I was always able to come up with some rationalization that I kept to myself as to how I was really the smartest, even when deep down I probably knew it wasn't so. The ego is a funny thing.)

Yesterday I spent the bulk of the day in the CBD trying to round up Americans to register to vote. Mostly slow going, as there weren't any major festivals or anything in town, but it was still fun, and I had a lot of interesting conversations with people. While chatting with one guy, I was thinking, man you look familiar. Then I placed him -- it was Chas Licciardello from The Chaser's War On Everything, which is an Australian show, but clips of it are often spread around the internet. (This was their most famous stunt. Chas was actually the one who played Osama.)

The day ended on a sour note, however, as someone swiped my hoodie off of the steps at Flinder's Street Station.

Speedy internet at last!

Unbelievably, the saga of getting internet installed goes on still. Last Tuesday I went home to meet the technician that was to install it. At some point in the afternoon, he called me to say he was waiting outside, and that he had knocked but no one answered. So I went out front to look, but there was no one there. Turns out he had been sent to our street address, but in a different suburb.

Several angry emails and phone calls were made, and now I have a customer service manager and a technician whose job it is to get me sorted. That was a week ago. Now I’m rescheduled for next Monday, but there’s other problems; our phone lines aren’t getting the dial tone they should, so they’re going to have to come out and fix that too. We are going nuts. It’s surprising how dependent we are on the internet these days, not just for necessities like paying bills but even just for peace of mind. The source of the problems, seemingly, is Australia’s telecom monopoly, Telstra. See, this is why I’m a fervent free market capitalist but an equally fervent anti-monopolist. If they had any competition, they would be ridden out of the country on a rail by this point. And I would be leading the charge.

Speaking of monopolies, last Friday was our first meeting at the main Microsoft office in Melbourne since we got acquired. It seems to be full of salesmen: no techies to be found (though apparently there are some there). The meeting was largely managespeak with a lot of acronyms that none of us understood.

There are two phrases I just learned relating to Microsoft. “Drinking the Microsoft Kool-Aid” is the term for, basically, getting into business with Microsoft (i.e. making the decision to have your product work with their operation system/business plan, agreeing to their standards, etc.). And “eating your own dogfood” is what Microsoft employees (including us, now) must do – this means that we are forced to use their newest, as-yet-unreleased software months (and sometimes years) before it is released to the public. So, where you may be using Internet Explorer 7, I’ll be using IE 8, with whatever kinks and bugs that haven’t been worked out yet. That is, when I’m not developing on my Linux box <grin>.

The owl is apparently a regular visitor in our backyard – we’ve seen him four times now. I’ll have to figure out some way to get a picture of him – so far we’ve only seen him in silhouette.

STILL no internet. They're coming Tuesday -- sometime between noon and 5 -- to wire it up, then promise to actually turn it on "a few days" after that.

The wait has been ridiculous, and I have formally complained to them. They've offered me two free weeks in compensation, which I am pondering, but there's not much appeal in that since work will be paying for it anyway. I just want it ON already.

(Posting from an internet cafe in nearby Northcote, that serves beer and Indian food as well. Pretty cool.)

There's another team in my soccer league who can best be described as a consummate disgrace. We're their chief rivals for winning the league. Every game against them seems to evolve the same way -- we come out playing hard against them, and they wail every time they're touched. Then one of their guys will fall during a fair challenge, which the ref doesn't call, and so they come to the conclusion (very vocally) that the ref has it in for them. After that, they feel they're entitled to play as dirty as possible, fouling us viciously, taking dives, calling everyone names, gloating at mistakes our players make, and of course, whining whining whining from their bench as well as their field players. One of their guys even spat on me earlier in the year.

Well, we played them for the last time a month or so ago, and it ran true to course. It was made worse by the fact that the referee didn't show up and our coach had to do the reffing. We were winning 1-0 at halftime, which was to them of course the fault of our coach the ref, but we just got sick of it after a point, and let the game slip away from us, and lost 2-1. They were of course in heaven. As I walked by their dressing room, one of their guys yelled, "You all have no integrity!" It may have been the ultimate pot-kettle-black moment ever. (Did I mention that their game the previous week got called because of a fight?)

I came away from the game with a sprained ankle (though I was the victim of a few cheap fouls, this was just the result of twisting it at some point). So I didn't play again until this past Sunday, which was the last game of the season. It was against a completely different team, and we needed to win in order to win the league. The funny thing was that, before the game, their coach talked to ours and expressed his wish that we would win the league because they all hate that other team too, and joked about throwing the game. They didn't, of course, but we beat them anyway, 3-0, and so won the league. Sweet.

One beautiful thing is that the website that shows the results has been incomplete most of the year and has been showing them as winning. Well, it's been fixed now. (See "VETERANS" at the bottom.)

We were talking before the game that if they're still in the league next year, we might just refuse to play them. And if other teams follow suit, all the better. It's just not worth the injury risk for a bunch of old farts like us. Plus the fact that they're intolerable to play against whether you beat them or not.

Still no internet at home, which is becoming maddening. We're settling in, though, and figuring out the neighborhood and how to get around. We're fairly sure that the dog likes it better here; we like it lots too, but there are things about the old neighborhood that we miss.

Last week we saw Paul Weller in concert. He was brilliant as usual, and his backing band just tears it up. This is the third continent I've seen him on, but was Marjorie's first time.

I'm still loving my job. We have a ping pong table now, and I've quickly established my place as the office's penultimate player (behind the guy who used to be ranked number 16 in Israel -- though I beat him the other day when he didn't have his special paddle). I'm getting better at Guitar Hero as well. Sometimes I do actual work too.

Sorry for the lack of updates but we've just moved house and they've said it'll be ten to twenty business days (!) to hook up our internet. So I'm composing this at home and will post it at work.

We're mostly on top of the move, but it seems like we moved into an unfinished house, what with all the workers we've had through. We've had two new garage doors put in, had blinds put in, had cable TV installed, had a locksmith through to fix the doors, had handymen fix various things... We still have a fence in the backyard to be replaced.

The new house is very nice, especially in terms of warmth. The old house had high ceilings, hardwood floors, and poor wiring that only allowed two little space heaters to be on at once. The new house -- lower ceilings, carpets, and proper wiring. And a good powerful faux-fireplace heater in the living room. Ahhhh... The dog seems to love it too, and seems to be frolicking a good bit more.

Once the weather starts to warm, we are really going to start enjoying the backyard. We even have the garage (which is attached to the backyard) set up with our dining room table and chairs. It's also great to have the storage space. Yet another advantage of not having a car.

We miss the old place, but it's good to be in a different neighborhood, that has a very different feel. Even the wildlife is different -- at dusk the other day an owl landed in a tree in the backyard. How cool is that?

The house we've been renting for four years sold at auction today. Unbelievable -- it went for $1.11 million (Australian -- that's still over a million US). I had no idea we were living in a million dollar house. It doesn't seem like a million dollar house.

But we like it, and we're sad to be moving. We're partway through the move; we moved lots of the more portable bits today, but tomorrow we're renting a moving truck and hitting it hard. Then on Monday the removalists are coming to do the really heavy bits.

In other news, we had a visit today from our friend who was on the Qantas flight that recently had the mid-flight incident where a big hole got blown out of the side of the plane. I don't want to post too many details about someone else's traumatic experience on a public forum, but we're glad she's okay.

Australian commercials get away with things they never would in the States, chapter 2134:

Domino's Pizza has a new mascot on their commercials, named Manny Toppings, who flies around via an umbrella a la Mary Poppins. His catchphrase: "It's super-cali-friggin-awesome!"

You like me, you really like me! For my birthday yesterday, I got birthday wishes in the following forms:

Six Facebook wall postings

Two Facebook messages

One Friendster message

Three instant messages

Four emails

A bunch of messages on a discussion group

Two cards that arrived by this interesting service that delivers hard copies right to your door -- "mail", I think it's called

Thanks everybody! It was a nice day. As it was a Wednesday, we only went out to dinner to celebrate. And this weekend will be all about moving. I'll be sending out our new address shortly...

We've got a new place. No more busy weekends searching; now it'll be just busy weekends moving and settling in for a while. We're north of town, away from the beach, in Clifton Hill. Nice place with really nice backyard (essential for champagne Sundays) but a rather quieter neighborhood. Still, we have a cafe, a pub, a fish-and-chippery, and a milk bar. There's actually a bunch more stuff that's a little further away. It'll be a much shorter commute for Marjorie (who deserves one) and still not bad for me; just a half hour by train.

They're actually selling our house. We have two "forthcoming auction" signs out front, and we'll be having to let people come into our house on Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday for the next four weeks. We let the agents in our house last week, we thought just for an inspection, but today we found they have our house up on their website, complete with pictures they took with all of our furniture prominently featured:

Hocking Stuart

I don't know how they do it -- fisheye lenses or something -- but they sure can make a place look big. My favorite features are the wireless modem you can see in the living room, the luggage on top of the cabinets in the kitchen, and the dog toy in the back yard.

Ten years ago today Marjorie and I had our first date[*]. Marjorie wore a dress with cherries on it and her Birkenstocks. I wore a black and white checked shirt. We went to Doc Chey's, shared a bottle of wine, and bonded over Elliott Smith and Elvis Costello. It was all over from there (which she apparently knew straight away; it took longer for me to realize :-). Happy anniversary, baby!

[*] Okay, we did have a date a few years before that, but the timing wasn't right...

It's all over. Some guys at the office bought Guitar Hero for the lunch room. What a brilliant game. Thursday was someone's last day, but instead of going out to the pub as planned, we just brought in some beers and played it until late. It was the most fun I've had in a long while.

Back to house hunting...

They're kicking us out. Well, actually, they're just raising our rent to the point where we really can't afford to stay any longer. It was just a matter of time, really; we've been here almost four years now at the same rent, and it's a seller's market right now.

Today we hired a car and went by no less than nine different places today (there was a tenth too that we couldn't find). Exhausting. And none were up to snuff. Even if we find a place we like there's no guarantee we'll get it -- there's always a crowd at these viewings, and having to admit we have a dog is a liability. It's a grueling process.

We're looking north of the city, so Marjorie has an easier commute. There's some nice neighborhoods but nothing (I think) as nice as where we're at now. Still, a change of scene might be nice. But we may end up staying in this area if nothing pans out up north.

It was a lot easier four years ago when Marjorie wasn't working. We know we'll have to kiss a lot of frogs in the process but it can be pretty grating.

Not the most exciting post; I think I must just be burned out...

The good things about my new job:

• It's nothing but programming. No proposal writing, requirements gathering, design sessions, customer support, etc. like my last job; just the pure unadulterated fun stuff that I like.


• My time sheet takes about thirty seconds to complete, instead of the fifteen minutes of my last job.


• Magazines on the lunchroom table include Scientific American, my favorite magazine, which was a good omen on my first day.


• My boss is wickedly smart. Maybe even the smartest guy I've ever met, and I've met a lot of smart people. But he's also really cool and down-to-earth. It seems like he could do the job of any of the twenty or so people under him, but he doesn't micromanage.


• There's a MAME arcade emulator machine in the lunchroom (built by same boss). There's also an XBox.


• I have my pick of hardware, software, and books, plus a hefty yearly training budget.

The bad:

• Eight hour days instead of the Australian standard of seven and a half. I typically worked that much anyway so it's no big deal.


• It's all guys, save the receptionist.


• Pernicious Microsoft influence, now that we've officially been acquired. So far it's been no big deal. We have, though, been "discouraged" from working on open source projects.


• More pressure. I've already had a few work dreams.

Just got back from a lovely weekend away at a cottage (which was dog-friendly) in the nearby spa resort town of Daylesford. We did a whole lot of nothing for the long weekend, which was nice. The dog enjoyed herself too, but I still hate it that there's no way to explain to her what's going on -- she never knows if we're staying someplace forever or just for a visit.

On the way back we took a stroll around Hanging Rock, but failed to mysteriously disappear.

Interesting disclaimer on TV prior to a program we watched -- it was something like this:

SBS advises Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders that the following program contains voices and depictions of dead people.

Local celebrity spotting, in McNugget form:

Grabriella Cilmi, who recently knocked Madonna off the top of the British charts, is from Melbourne. I tracked down her song, Sweet About Me, which I expected to be pure bubblegum, but it's actually not bad -- kind of Amy Winehouse-y.

Sally Seltmann, who co-wrote Feist's international hit 1234 is also from here.

Nicolas Cage is apparently looking for a house in our neighborhood. This is probably in some way responsible for our recent rent increase. Maybe we can hang out. Though I imagine he'll be palling around with Hugh Jackman and Guy Pierce instead.