I remember Dinosaur Comics.
If I Remember My Belt
… then my Friday morning has been a success.
I forget too often on Friday.
As I’m on the train, or walking into work, my hand will brush against my waist. Some neuron in my brain fires (I’m pretty sure I have a dedicated belt recognition neuron) and yes, it feels wrong because my belt is. not. there.
I call them Eye Contact Fridays.
If you see me catch and hold your gaze from afar? If I approach with vim and vigor, greet you enthusiastically? Don’t look down. You’ll see me beltless. Or you’ll see the spot on my shirt.
Hold their gaze… Close the distance quickly… Big smile!
I don’t know what it is about Fridays.
The Joy of Computing
for /F %%n in ('echo %working_path%\%1 ^| sed s/[^^^^\]\$/%2\\%1/') do set new_file=%%n
This is why I hate computers.
It takes a whole village to raise a child
Or so they say… but if you’ve ever seen a small boy play with matches, you know the truth:
It only takes a child to raze a whole village.
Where is the internet at?
CuteWinFail is where the internet is at.
Contact
But why is it called “eye contact”, and not, “you contact”?
Live from New York
An interesting candidate from the New York gubernatorial debate…
He’s a serious candidate. But he has, shall we say, a unique perspective. Still, I’m inclined to think that there’s at least some truth to be found in his point of view.