10.30.2005
10.29.2005
10.27.2005
10.24.2005
Via geekpress, Top 10 Things Likely to be Overheard by Klingon Programmers. My favorite is #7:
What is this talk of 'release'? Klingons do not make software 'releases'. Our software 'escapes' leaving a bloody trail of designers and quality assurance people in its wake.
10.23.2005
10.21.2005
10.17.2005
My talk went good! I don't think that I put my foot too deeply into my gullet, and people actually showed up for my talk, rather than leaving in disgust when they heard my name. Folks were interested, and asked questions and everything.
Bonus crazy-town? John L. Hall, one of the winners of the 2005 Nobel Prize in Physics, came in just before my talk- the one before mine- and stayed to listen to me!!!
So, um, our prom was at the Merlin Armory my junior year and the Flower Building at the fairgrounds my senior year. This sort of extravagance (not to mention the accompanying debauchery) is insane. And at a Roman Catholic school, no less!
10.16.2005
Whoa. This is really crazy and cool. Some guy (apparently one with waaaaaaay too much time on his hands) built a replica of the Sears Tower out of Jenga blocks.
10.15.2005
10.13.2005
10.12.2005
Oh good gravy. If I ever decide that becoming a broodmare sounds like a good idea, somebody promise they will shoot me. Please?
So I normally don't respond to these weird little survey thingies. However, Susan decided to make me thought I'd have fun with it, so I guess I'd better... Here's the deal: go to Google's image search, and search for the name of the town you grew up in, the town you live in now, your name, your maternal grandmother's name, your favorite food, favorite drink, favorite smell, and favorite song, posting the results.
Here we go
10.11.2005
10.08.2005
Oh my god! A substitute teacher mistook a low-insulin alarm on an insulin pump for a cell phone and tore it out of a student!
10.07.2005
Gmail addresses untaken (as of this writing):
man.from.nantuckett@gmail.com
williamshakespearester@gmail.com
young.goodman.brown@gmail.com
necrophiliac.4.ever@gmail.com
sex.lube@gmail.com
down.the.eustacian.tubes@gmail.com
molester.stache@gmail.com
numbed.nuts@gmail.com
loop.of.henle@gmail.com
nutria.madness@gmail.com
droll.diatom.mover@gmail.com (an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort)
man.from.nantuckett@gmail.com
williamshakespearester@gmail.com
young.goodman.brown@gmail.com
necrophiliac.4.ever@gmail.com
sex.lube@gmail.com
down.the.eustacian.tubes@gmail.com
molester.stache@gmail.com
numbed.nuts@gmail.com
loop.of.henle@gmail.com
nutria.madness@gmail.com
droll.diatom.mover@gmail.com (an anagram for I am Lord Voldemort)
10.06.2005
10.05.2005
10.04.2005
Those crazy kids nowadays with their crazy leetspeak. This "language" has become pervasive enough now that I originally thought this billboard was either advertising Alaskan beauty or suggesting Alaska was a bawdy state. But no, not so much...
10.03.2005
10.02.2005
So I got in my first car accident. A mean old SUV(of course) went to change lanes, and whoops! I was there. I had to slam on my brakes and I swerved out of control and hit the curb. I came out of it all with a flat tire, and no licensce plate of the jack ass that wasn't paying attention. It's all right, we needed new tires anyway.
I was sitting around watching TV for a while today. On the Discovery channel they were playing a program called something like "When Surgical Tools Get Left Behind," and it was HORRIFYING!!! People with 14" x 2" stainless steel retractors left. In. Their. Abdomen. Gah. I have to go wash my eyes.
10.01.2005
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