10) Because no matter how much Cyclop-eeze looks like a frozen fruit bar, it just doesn’t taste the same!
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10) Because no matter how much Cyclop-eeze looks like a frozen fruit bar, it just doesn’t taste the same!
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A friend of mine over at dopplercow just suggested a new “squelch” function for baby monitors… Similar to CB radio functionaly, but made for parents with varying degrees of patience for a nosiy baby. Here’s the list of settings.
Another day goes by, more patches submitted to my favorite open source projects… It seems like I now spend most of my time just waiting for my patches to appear in the ChangeLog for the project so that I can code another patch on the one that I just submitted.
Is this wrong? Is it strange? Do I really want to help out with what I believe is a great project, or am I just waiting for my 10 seconds of fame before another devs bumps me off of my beloved ChangeLog?
I suspect that i’m not the only one that loves the satisfying feeling of submitting a patch and having it accepted into what you consider to be an excellent piece of software.
Back to cvs.sf.net to watch for more ChangeLogs… I just submitted a handful of patches.
So there I am, trying to get some sleep. But no, it’s 2:30AM and I can’t sleep at all. I skipped dinner and now i’m paying for it. There will be no sleep for me until I get some food.
I throw on some form of clothing, hop into the Evo and head out. Stop in at the bank for some funds and i’m ready to dine. But what am I going to eat? Is there even anything open out here? How far am I going to have to drive to get something?
And then I saw it… WHITE CASTLE! Oh yeah, open 24 hours a day and just waiting for me to get there. I see the glowing sign amongst the hoardes of closed restaurants, I know this is my only choice. Oh well, here goes.
A 10 pack? Nope, too much. A 4 pack? Still too much. Ah ha! The #2 combo… 2 double cheeseburgers, fries, and a coke. That’ll do it. I pull up to the speaker only to be greeted by the friendliest attendant ever. It must be really boring at White Castle at night. There’s a girl inside just staring at me, like she’s never seen another human being. Wow. I have hit rock bottom.
Now i’m at the window, no stopping now. I’m absolutely STARVING at this point, i’d eat the scrapings from the bottom of the fryer at this point. The friendly attendant greets me, takes my money and returns my change. He then goes away and comes back with a coke. Mmmmm… not that I need caffeine at 2:30AM but I know it’s for washing down those delicious sliders that are coming my way. After a few minutes, the attendant returns with my food and thanks me for “stopping by”. (Like I had a choice at this hour!)
Wow. This smells fantastic! My whole car smells of the legendary White Castle burger. I’m driving like a madman to get home so I can tear these things apart. I’m actually excited about eating this stuff!
Ahhhhh… back at home. Finally! I rush in the door, flop down on the couch and tear into the bag. Okay, let’s be logical here… fries first… I immediately start shovelling fries into my mouth like someone who hasn’t eaten in weeks. 5-6 at a time. I can’t even taste them. I don’t even notice they’re barely warm and extremely doughy. Who cares? I’m so hungry and this is food. The whole box of fries is gone in about 45 seconds. I didn’t eat those, I inhaled those.
Now it’s time for the sliders. That smell is really getting to me now. These have GOT to be better than the fries? I mean, who goes to WC for fries? No no no, it’s the burgers, that’s why I went there. And man do they smell good. First bite… ARF! I almost gagged. Wow, it’s been a long time since i’ve eaten one of these. I forgot what a strange taste these things are. They really caught me off guard. But again, who cares? I’m so hungry i’d eat the maggots off of a dead animal. (And i’m not entirely sure that these burgers weren’t made of that)
So anyway, long story short. Just say no. STOCK FOOD IN YOUR HOME. 2:30AM dinner runs are BAD.
I think i’m going to go vomit.
Hot Dog math occurs when you buy a pack of Hot Dogs and a pack of Buns. One comes with 10, one comes with 12. Therefore, you never have enough buns to match the number of hot dogs and you end up in a never ending cycle of having to buy one or the other.
A body shop is a term I heard used in reference to a consulting firm. I just find it funny that it was called that. I guess it was in reference to the fact that these places usually just hire warm bodies and act like their people are better than your existing staff. I’ve seen both sides of this coin, so I think I can get away with saying this.
A specific flavor of RAID, named after an individual who is famous for his “backup strategy”.
non-Redundant Array of Independent Directories (on different machines where he can’t find them)