So we had a dog and pony show of a business intelligence product this afternoon.

Anyhow what was funny about it was that at one point in the meeting the finance guy intimated that they needed a good merger of data and there was no need to go any further. Now the Dev team spent a considerable amount of time on this.

Well – my boss who leads the Development team – I saw three emotions cross his face. First was incredulity, second was anger and then the third was calm. I’ve learned a new respect for the boss – I would have leapt across the table and throttled the finance guy. I also mark this as the day where my boss suffered that final injury that said he’d start job hunting.

And the other fun part – watching the contractor being pumped to finish a project. When the boss and I both know said contractors days are numbered. That was fun if only because I’ve had it wrung out of me near the very end of a contract. But I went out gracefully. So much so the contracting company paid out the full month to me instead of just two weeks. That was nice.

Sort of makes me happy I’m a perm employee. So long as I can take the idiocy that passes for business these days. And the elevator keeps going up. It’s amazing. I’m respected by people inside the current company and it’s parent company.

So we went to a wedding today. It was what I consider a one off wedding. I was the plus one on this one. It was a former college classmate of Keyron’s, it was her son getting married.

Did the standard cash donation of a couple hundred bucks. In cash of course.

Interesting little fete. But here’s what I really want to talk about. It was held at the Whispering Pines Conference Center in West Greenwich, RI. It’s on the W. Alton Jones campus of the University of Rhode Island. Getting there was a job even with GPS – lots of narrow and twisty little roads.  And the woods they were a lovely, dark and deep. But then the cell service failed – and with it GPS maps. So the immediate worry was “How the hell do we get out of here?”

Anyhow the shindig went well. The best man blew the champagne toast, but we drank anyhow. The food was good – I had the steak – it was ribeye and done the way I like. We got to see the first dance, mother-son, father-daughter dances. Couldn’t stay for the cake because I had to be home early.

Now I had said the thing about “How the hell do we get out of here?” Fortunately had little signs posted that said in effect “This way to to Route 102”. That would be Rhode Island Route 102.  Which junctions with I-95 north and south. So we made it back to civilization.

But I will say this – when we get married it’s not going to be out in the middle of nowhere.

When will it end? I’ve recommended before three relatively light touch things we could do to curb gun sales and usage.

But now in 2015 we’ve made no progress.

We need to break the U.S. off of the gun culture. I say this as a gun owner myself. I’ve never fired on a person – only used the guns for target and trap shooting.

But I would like to see the following become federal law:

1. Require several million dollar insurance  liability policies on the part of gun owners.
2. Require a six weekend course on gun and weapon safety.
3. Require all homes with guns have a gun lock/safe/etc.

And while we’re at it – we need a national psychological database that gets checked along with BCI and NCIC checks.  But then I know that would violate the spirit of HIPAA law among many other things. But what is more worthwhile, the violation of the spirit of a law or more dead people because guns are so easy to obtain?  And besides, wouldn’t it do society some good to know they live near a mentally unbalanced person?