It’s freezing cold outside, and I am angry about some guy from the future taking a vacation someplace warm. Actually, right now I’m angry at this guy because he probably has no problems trying to stay warm, at all.
I’m a programmer too. I’ve been here. So many small epiphanies.
Nah. Attacking the past is different from preserving it. I think. Or it least it used to be.
Ah, there’s Kris Straub and Scott Kurtz! Don’t know the other guy.
Heh, that’s how song lyrics get stuck in my head. Learning the rest of the words doesn’t always help! But I do have the good sense not to repeat them out loud, because I’d look like a socially inep— oh I just got the punchline!
Terra must be just the northern hemisphere of Earth. What would the southern hemisphere be called?
I feel sorry for the overweight and diabetic unicorns. On the other hand, I’m intrigued to find out what they use for artificial sweetener.
I wonder what Paul Erdős’s Bacon number is?
But there’s no cheese outside of the lab.