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Summer in Iceland - Day Five

Today was the last meeting day. I got in late and laid down around 0200. I was back up at 0730 and at the office by 0820.

The evenings are talking. It is nice that the developers come out with us and then it is just more talking. Some of the looser topics come up during these times as they explain their concepts and ideas and we explain ours. They pick our brains as to what we spend our time doing and how we do things in Eve. It is productive discussion and more relaxed and casual which is why we spend the evenings out as long as people are willing to be awake. Thursday night was our latest night so far but I couldn't stay awake till the bars closed.

Today contained two meetings that left me with questions to pose to the player base on Sunday. I wrote up a detailed summary for Sunday but one is about POS and the other is about Team usage in industry. POS are on the road map and they don't waste their time creating something that is cool and amazing that we would never want. Also they don't miss usage cases which has happened in the past. This is not what do you want it is what do you currently do. I'll write a tad bit more Sunday.

Lunch was meatballs and rice upon which I dumped a sweet and sour type of sauce. I added some tomatoes and drank a brand of delicious cranberry juice that they have here. It is not the mix of food that I would normally put together but then, I put together some weird stuff for myself.

With the home stretch in sight I was feeling energized. I've enjoyed myself and even as our last meeting ran towards 2000 hours,  that was okay. We had some feedback discussions and in general I'm ready to tackle the minutes. That entire process is planned out so I'm looking forward to it.

The week ended with a group dinner hosted by CCP. We went to a steakhouse which shuttled us off to a back room for large groups.

Ahh yes, another meal story. I have to admit that I don't know the proper use of various sizes of silverware. I've never had the interest to learn. That did not daunt me at.my selection of two knives and three forks.

 I used what I wanted.

I did decide to behave as a special snowflake. and get my steak rare instead of medium rare. At some point they delivered a sorbet that looker like a scoop of mashed potatoes which made me ask if it was mashed potatos in a glass. It was in fact an unsweetened sorbert that carried a heavy undertone of orange peel.

Also I saw the largest pepper grater ever which led me to ask why it was so large. The answer was that it was harder to steal. One way or another it was 3/4 the height of our server and looked like a club for when we misbehaved.

The dinner was nice and was followed by more talking and bar wandering. The icy ocean winds had been missing all week but they made sure to come back. In the end I made it until 0230 before exhaustion hit me and my sodas stopped fueling me. I decided to head back for the night. Some may feel I'm missing an opportunity and should stay out later and longer but I'm tired.

No alarm for me in the morning. I'm quite looking forward to it.

Comments

  1. Choosing the proper fork and knife for each course is simple. Forks are to the left of your plate, knifes to the right.

    The outermost ones are used first (far left fork and far right knife), the inner ones last. Any utensils above the plate are for dessert.

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