So Far
To borrow a secular line from Caedmon’s Call:
This day’s been crazy, but everything’s happened on schedule.
To borrow a secular line from Caedmon’s Call:
This day’s been crazy, but everything’s happened on schedule.
Just please keep the drool level to a minimum.
I mean…
I can’t link to… this
…and keep any credibility. But, I do have to say that it’s little odd-ball, unedited, silly articles like this that keep Wikipedia something besides some public domain Britannica.
And, I’ll dig the hole deeper to say I agree with the theory. The even-numbered First Contact was the bomb diggity.
Cackles drives me crazy.
Cackles drives me nuts.
If Cackles were the President,
We’d all go home to huts.
Cackles is a vacuum,
It’s time that she consumes.
It’s only when she leaves the joint
That all real work resumes.
I got a free pen today that is so nice, a giant version of it could actually serve as a certified pimp cane. If I were the size of a large rat, I would have already adopted a swagger to my walk.
Its top is screw-on, so you can carry it without worrying about explosions. It also has the appearance of being made of chrome, with nice silvery lettering.
I got a hinged pen that [what’s the opposite of “retracts” while preserving the root of the word … “tracts?” … whatever it is, place that word here] when you unfold it, meaning it is also (at least nominally) pocket-safe, although I’m sure theory would not consistently track with reality in that case.
I also have a small core sample of sandstone with a pectin inscribed on it. Scratching it reveals the hint of hydrocarbon odor, thus justifying its existence and award. Además, I received my second Ferrari keychain. I believe the first one “drove away,” we might say, to the possession of my Beloved. Totally with my endorsement, of course. Perhaps this one will not wander so far.
What I didn’t receive was another Carrying Appliance, which the Dutchmen apparently value quite highly, as I have already had the chance to destroy (superficially, at least) the one from last year through heavy use and receive an identical model this year. I assume they saw the light, noting that many interns were actually using their prior-gifted Carrying Appliances to haul all the schwag we were receiving at Bellaire today.
I missed out on the flashlight because I opted out of changing a tire on an engineless racecar (hence the Ferrari tie-in, for the careful readers out there). I instead chilled out (literally) eating ice cream and talking to folks who were fun to talk to. This was probably a good call.
I find I tend to relate to Finance, Accounting, and MIS (the dominant “global functions” in Shell-speak) folks as well or better than I do with other engineers, for the most part, although that is by no means universal or even reliable. Maybe it’s just the inverse effect of having people think you’ll be a technocrat butthole and you turn out to, in fact, seem to have a soul.
My relative performance between Verbal and Math (favored the former over the latter notably) on the GMAT subscores, I believe, betrays my lack of sensibility to towing the party line in terms of the engineering profession.
As a final note before beginning some nice off-the-clock extra work: is it somehow indicative that the dash on a computer keyboard is up with the plus and equal signs? Wouldn’t a grammarian, if represented on the “QWERTY Consortium” or what have you, have placed this figure on a more intuitively punctuation-based area of the keyboard?
The Sarge is back; you might think of him as the Constable of Cubetopia. His name is The Sarge because he sounds like Sarge from Red vs. Blue. Needless to say, productivity is threatened at times by muffled laughter. If there were [there won’t be no subjunctive in Thug’z Mansion] a “Griff” here I think I would probably die of repressed mirth.
I have also decided that faces of buildings oriented at a skewed position to the line of an adjacent street are unquestionably better at producing vertigo than the parallel-faced variety. Thanks to Pennzoil Tower for the tip.
Crimping RJ-45 plugs is kinda hard, dude. But it’s more of an acquired skill, I think.
Pet Peeve: You cut some text, then paste it on one side of a space. This invariably produces two spaces on one side and no spaces on the other.
A subsequent Vonnegutian homage: Again, someone should look into this.
Pipe Dream: I think we should form an alternative syntax for English, designed for writing (never for speaking) precisely. Kind of an inline sentence diagram. But, attempts to sketch one out just now are failing to be useful in any way.
Trivia: The Night of the Living Dead is in public domain because the production house failed to post the proper copyright notices.
Well, the clock hath turned over, and work is nigh.
... is fixed. Thanks for the text message, EZ-E.
Taking the left-panel Cluster link from a permlink no longer results in borkage.
I’m trying to create a term here, my little spray-painted insignia on the gestalt of web immortality.
The term is a word-picture of the Gyro-loving ilk:
“word” n. – a situation in which several MySpace sites are open within a single computer session, yielding an unexpected and unintended cacophony of electronic pop music
and, as a bonus:
“word derivative” n. – the state in which a “word” necessitates the random closing of various web browser instances in search of the one or more MySpace sites currently producing the “word.”
Might I suggest:
Now, allow me to take but a few more minutes before sleep to discuss something that bears mention. I thought I was making those words up until Google told me otherwise. This can’t be a coincidence, can it?
Now I’m stripped for ideas.
On the basis of lack of time, I substitute an article for a self-made essay on the same subject.