Jamie Talbot

Ex-gaijin, kangaroo-loving software simian from Merrie England. @Medium build(er).


Rest in peace


The walls are a vivid claustrophobic red, the kind of crimson that could effectively hide blood spatter. The single dusty window doesn’t let enough light in to illuminate the room, and the yellowing 40 watt incandescent lightbulb screwed directly into a socket in the the ceiling can’t do enough to chase away the shadows, or the sense of being incarcerated. A poor connection…


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Past, present, future


Past Jamie is a moron. Past Jamie took a bunch of shortcuts, the net result of which is that the code Present Jamie is writing is an order of magnitude more complex than it needs to be. Present Jamie understands the need to pragmatically cut the odd corner or two in order to hit a deadline, but Past Jamie appears to have cut so many in this portion of the codebase that…

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Thoughts on marriage today

Tech humor and snark


Naming Ren

When people found out her name wasn’t spelled like the bird, most assumed Ren was named after the TV show Ren and Stimpy, but in truth, it was a little more touching. Her parents had wanted three kids, but were told by doctors that it would be miraculous if they could conceive even once, so when her mother Ellen fell pregnant, they were surprised and delighted.


I was a chalk outline

A recollection.


The car hits me side-on as I cross through the intersection.


The Ford Fiesta

A recollection.


It’s 9:00am, and Mum is standing at the front door, looking at her watch and tapping her foot.


Untitled XII

A recollection.


I’d been trying to find a way to break up with her for a few weeks.


And the water continues its inexorable ascent

With nothing to do but watch


In January 2011, Brisbane in Australia was hit by the worst flooding it had seen in


Is this what it’s like for women at every conference?

Experiencing Grace Hopper as an interloper


Departure Lounges Full