I have been working on article about how I wrote Lua code to generate C code to help wrapping object-oriented C (glib-style) and exposing it to Lua, however I have realized that as neat as this sounds, it is terribly difficult to maintain. So let’s pretend it never happened.
I mentioned in my previous post, I went to Dragon*Con with Spoony, Possum, and
William. Along the way kidnapped Syrra and PB, and all was well. Except for PB
shredding a tire on the interstate. Ooops.
There we were, Friday night, waiting on the interstate for a tow truck.
Possum fell asleep in the driver’s seat. I fell asleep in the “shotgun” seat.
When I awoke, the sun was rising. The tow truck arrived a little while later.
The driver deserves mention. He was a fan of the guy that designed the Aliens in
the movie Alien, Giger or something. By “fan” I mean he was covered in tattoos
in that style.
PB’s truck was towed to Tifton. PB and I rode in the tow truck, and everyone
else piled into William’s car.
Once there, we found the tire place was not open yet, but there was an open
restaurant nextdoor, so we decided to have breakfast.
Everyone except William — he slept in his car, with the car running.
The time was about 7:00AM.
With PB’s tire fixed, we started off again.
This Labor Day weekend I went to Atlanta, Georgia for Dragon*Con, and also to
meet Muffin.
I left on Friday with spoony, possum, and William.
William drove, since he finds my spoony’s car too small.
We wanted to avoid I-275 because the traffic there was thick, so we went north
on 49th St / McMullen Boot. We turned east too soon, and ended up circling
around tampa for an hour or two. The street signs in Tarpon Springs are not very
truthful.
Our first stop was in Valdosta to meet with Syrra and PB. They assumed we were
just stopping by to mean
planned to kidnap them and bring them along.
Everyone piled into William’s car — which was crowded and wrong on many levels.
Possum got moved around the most, since he fits almost anywhere.
William’s car did not appreciate the weight of all 6 of us, but we drove to
Moultrie anyway. Syrra and PB watered their cat, got some clothing, we were off.
We decided to head back to Valdosta. Syrra and PB would take their truck, and
that would be fine.
Except the truck got a flat tire 30 miles out of Valdosta.
We sort of were stuck on the interstate waiting for a tow truck until the wee
hours of the morning.