Amazon apparently has a mole.

There’s a poster on TeamBlind who goes by the handle “QuickSuite” who’s been giving play-by-play since October on what’s going on with layoffs. The date’s moved from 1/26 -> 1/28 (per rumor) and numbers are up in the air. Feels like everyone below VP level is nervous.

In any case, quarterly earnings come out 2/5, so it’ll certainly be this week.

I was speaking with a colleague last week who’s barely a year into Amazon, and he said, “I mean…would it be so bad to get laid off?” That seems to be a common sentiment. I understand where he’s coming from…the place can be a pressure cooker, especially for affirmation-seaking Type-A personalities. The joke within is: “This is the place where smart people come to feel bad about themselves.”

They used to say that war was “Months of boredom interpspersed with moments of sheer terror”

That’s been work since I got back from Universal.

It’s been so…eerily normal. Daily standups. Sprint planning. Bug fixes. Small, slight Operations changes.

Honestly, it’s like we looked at December when everyone was on leave and said, “Umm….yeah, just do that for a few weeks. We’ll get back to you.” Product Managers have been kibbutzing away from the rest of us. Plans within plans within obscure plans.

Contrary to popular opinion, I do go on vacation. This is a narrative of what happened and what I liked and didn’t like.

Introduction: Universal Orlando & TLDR

I haven’t had a family vacation since June 2019. We haven’t taken a Florida vacation since 2016, two weeks before I joined Amazon. It’s telling I have blog entires about neither. Both were PM (Pre-meds) and I went kicking-and-screaming. With my wife and I finally on the same page about finances, we agreed to take a trip to Orlando before Maria was out of our house.

What happened in 2025?

Family

My Dad is still alive and doing well. My mother died December 8, 2024. The next 30 days were a complete blur, so one could consider all of 2025 the hangover. Dad has a girlfriend, is working every day, and continues his building projects on the 92-acre farm where I grew up. Yes, even at 73.

Personally, I hear half the things he does and at 47, I need a nap.

Some people mark milestones of the “Christmas they got a bike,” or “Christmas I got an XBox.” That never mattered to me, particularly. My spoiled self often got those things too, but my real, burning desire was computers.

As a member of GenX, I was fortunate enough to surf the tidal wave of personal computing. From my earliest memory in the mid 1980’s, we had a “keeping up with the Joneses” TI-99x in our household. I remember it having a super-clicky keyboard and playing games on cartridges. But that one wasn’t mine.

College barely makes sense these days. In particular, Private colleges are utterly preposterous.

This isn’t about “marketable degress” or pedagogy or woke/MAGA or any such crap. I’m talking about MONEY. Those decades of cost-of-college outpacing inflation have come home to roost, and combined with the demographics crash of the post-2008 cohort going to college, I’m seeing a death spiral.

A Worked Example

My daughter went Early Action at several colleges starting in August, getting a jump on the enrollment process and working to function as a “driver” not a “passenger” in her collegiate journey. She’s been incredibly active since her Sophomore year, and we’ve visited most colleges in Texas that might even be of interest. See some of those details in college search.

“Huh. Looks like rain.”

Indeed. We had a catastrophic flood this summer, and as we sit we’re still at about 40" of rain for the year. Average annual is about 35", and most years we’ve lived here, it’s been more like 25-28". Any way you slice it, it’s been a good year for rain.

So off-and-on today, it looked like low clouds, bright sunshine, thunderstorms, and everything in between.

Book: Embers of War

So after I couldn’t retain the will to live (see next review), I switched over to Gareth J. Powell’s excellent “Embers of War” book, the first of a trilogy

So, by end of week Amazon May Be Smaller. No idea if I’m affected, but it helps me to write about it, so here we are.

I spent seventeen years at a place with only one strategic move: Downsize. In that 17 years, there were constant rumors about “rightsizing”, “downsizing”, “aligning headcount”. The constancy made it gallows humor. It also made me erratic and flinty at home. As sole breadwinner–by choice–I knew that my growing family required me to have a job. There was no plan B.

This is going to be a boring review. I listened to this audiobook, got to the end, found it so utterly unsatisfactory that it deleted itself from my memory.

That’s Katabasis for you.

Let’s begin: I have a soft spot for Hell. I read the Cliffs Notes for Dante’s Inferno when I was 10, then the actual work many times since I was mid-teens. Orpheus, Hades Town, you name it–I like people’s takes on Damnation.

I don’t know where to start.

Politics

So the US Government shut down at the end of the fiscal year, midnight on October 1st. Auspicious beginning, that. Both sides blame one another, and I’d give a slight edge to the R’s blaming the D’s for refusing to pass a continuing resolution. Neither side has its stuff together, particularly, but at least one side was going to keep public employees…well…employed.

Our infant-in-chief has done other things since then but it’s more “flood the zone” crap. Demolishing part of the White House to build a gaudy ballroom named for himself on donated funds from those who bent-the-knee. Canceling negotiations with Canada (Canada?) because they ran an ad he didn’t like. Blowing Venezuelan boats out of international waters because we feel like it. Shelling California from the sea during the 250th Marine Corp Birthday, causing traffic on I-5 to back-up. Threatening to “cancel NASA”.

So, let’s get it out of the way: Tron: Ares is a boondoggle.

This movie comes 15 years after its predecessor, Tron: Legacy, and forms more of a direct sequel to 1982’s Tron. Ares makes reference to Legacy but only in the sparest, “Let’s be in the same universe” way.

In any case, this is a $150 Million movie that, like Legacy will underperform. It doesn’t have broad appeal, but in the following paragraphs I’m going to defend why I actually LIKE this movie, and it might be worth a watch, even if you’re not sold on the Tron universe.

I’m starting to get this blog into shape again. The transition to hugo was never fully complete, and I didn’t fully get the publishing workflow setup. The Blogger-to-jekyll script did scrape the comments into their own posts, but they didn’t actually get segregated and so many of my posts with comments just became the comments posts.

I still don’t fully have the hang of the << ref >> syntax, but I’m getting there. Zed has been a joy thus far. I’m fully off of VS Code and I don’t see compelling reasons to go back as it has MCP integrations of its own.

So, 20 years ago today, I got married. From three days in to the marriage I screwed things up, and have continued to do so since. My wife is honoring her commitment to me, but honestly she signed-up for none of this.

In this post, I’d like to enumerate some things I’d do differently if I had a time machine.

1. I’d still get married. It must be said: I love my wife, and I was head-over-heels in love with her when we married. I firmly believe I would be dead or in prison if not for my wife. And of course I love all our children. No regrets.

So I quit some of my podcasts:

I’m trying to do more audiobooks. Probably some reviews soon

“You know, you could take some time off”

“Yeah, but I know myself well enough to know I won’t.”

I awoke this morning knowing I had to make it to work for a 9:30 meeting…in a former life that’d be laughably late, but now it’s early. Maybe I’ve finally become institutionalized to Austin’s “10am at the earliest” culture, or maybe it’s the 45 to 60-minute drive, or just simple burnout. Since we returned to office 5 days per week this year, it’s just been a grind. Having the flexibility to work-from-home even 1 day a week helped. Now: This is life.

Our last bunny, Joe, died suddenly today. He was about 8 years old.

As we were preparing to walk out the door, I went in to feed Joe his morning pellets as usual and he was sitting in his hutch flaring his nostrils and biting at the air. It seeme like he was struggling to breathe. Well, that’s not good, I thought.

Grace came in and picked him up, taking him to Whitney but he seemed desperate to get out of her arms. Looking back on it, I suppose he was smothering. He bounded down onto the kitchen table and hopped a few times. Then Grace picked him up again.

You really don’t appreciate how attached you are to spending money until you can’t.

We’ve been on a financial diet at my house since February. Last year, between salary and stock, I made X amount of money. I paid nearly 30% of X in taxes, which I found funny, since it was more than I was making before I took a job here in 2016.

In any case, this year I’m on track to make about 60% of X. While that will make filing my 1040 easier, it’s made living a skosh harder from a Cash Flow perspective. On top of that add:

Nine months is a long time–Plenty of time for a baby to be born, or for a cow to birth a calf. Enough time for a madman to be well on his way to dismantling the American Republic.

In my case it took nine months for me to feel…anything about Mom dying. I couldn’t call her “Mom” even. Every discussion was “my mother,” or “my mom.” Somehow this arms-length feeling helped me not feel. I desperately needed to avoid feeling.

Many pithy sayings exist about possessions:

• “A Boat is a hole in the water you throw money in”
• “Boat is an acronym that stands for Break Out Another Thousand”
• “If it has wheels or wings, it’s trouble” (There’s another variant, but this is polite company)

To this I’d suppose to add: “A House is a mechanism to kill you, but at least you get to sleep there. That’s why it’s called a ‘mortgage’.”

In many ways, water frames my life. It’s an obsession of mine.

The Weather Obsessive Goes Soft

The winter of 1977-1978 dumped feet of snow on Kentucky. One notable blizzard led to my birth 9 months later.

As a child, the floods throughout eastern Kentucky were just a fact of life: It rained too hard, and the rivers backed-up, usually in the community of Wolverine. People who lived there would get flooded at least once a year for days. Then in 1991, former governor Bert T. Combs died when he tried to drive home. People would drown.