No picture today! Instead I bring you tidings of (end Charlie Brown Christmas quote here)
First there was just a precious few minutes of hugging my girl this morning – not even enough time to change her, and off I went to-
Next was the tablet biz conference. I’ll be honest with you, I didn’t watch a single speaker. Well, I caught a bit of the Tabby Awards, because, like, first time ever. You gotta. Instead of sitting through what looked like interminable reiterations of what we 1) already know or 2) don’t need even a little bit, we mingled with crew at the 15 booths. We hoped to find coders, and what we found was a bunch of people in excellent positions to take our money. We’re thinking that there may be some room for a middle ground. We’ll see. Frankly we’re looking to hire. Somebody shiny will help grow their own a once-in-a-lifetime career with us as software developer. We know the job is not small. That why we’re talking about careers and not contracts. This is major domo. Corporate Leader type stuff. Sign on and in two years you should be the head of a department overseeing distribution and implementation to well over a hundred thousand users at the admin level. The client level app is many times that, but will take care of itself if you do your job right.
So. Not screwing around, is what I’m saying. This is well paid, career making work. Given that we know what we want, however, means you have to know your chops. If you can code cross platform iOS and Android in Flash (or convince us to go another direction) then we should be talking. Please get in touch. I’ma put your kids through college. And a pool in your backyard, if that’s what you’re into. Or a skate park, if that’s what rings your bell.
Anyway, the conference was excellent – small enough that we could talk one on one with everyone we wanted to meet, while big enough that the people we wanted to meet were there. Some of them. No sign of Apple, or Google, or MS. Given the strength of the players that were there, however, I imagine they will be there next year. Maybe this spring, if the organizers know what’s good for them.
After the Expo, Lee and I adjourned to a pub to debrief, figure out our next step, and push forward with pre-pro for the Thurs-Fri shoot with LP. Not gonna lie here, having our end covered two days out is *wonderful*. That’s how it’s supposed to be done. Also how it’s supposed to be done is hiring a PA to do the bulk of the lifting. Matt knows what I’m talking about here. So Rita found us a PA with a van. Outstanding. We may not be at the stage where we can trust a PA to lock our gear up in the corral for the night, but surely that stage is near. Let this guy not suck, and we will hire him (and a friend) repeatedly and for always. For us production folk, that means the end of the shoot is the end, rather than the beginning of tear down and gear returns, which is always a trial, and nothing to which a hard working production team deserves to be subject. Listen to me, princess of production. I must be camera department. Such ladies.
I came home to a daughter already in bed and asleep. Boo. But then Marjorie and I got to chat with my sister and that was terrific! It feels weird to say she’s an amazing lady, because she’s my punk sister, but she is an amazing lady.
Gotta roll for bed, because tomorrow is coming. Winter also, but chiefly, at this juncture, tomorrow is the germain concern. With immediacy. So… g’night everybody!