Alrighty, sorry for the delay. Apparently it got kinda cold last night and my truck wasn't too cool with that.
Posted on 12/09/2005 7:30:18 AM PST by BJClinton
Note to self: use anti-freeze when temperatures drop.
Alrighty, sorry for the delay. Apparently it got kinda cold last night and my truck wasn't too cool with that.
Care for some Christmas music?
That one was very cool!
LOL! Or not enough!
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When even sweat pants aren't comfortable enough - just stay in your flannels.
I see it all the time - it's amazing.
I point and laugh - fyi. But, you Probably knew that.
What beautiful babies!
And Santa is perfect.
| What if Dr. Seuss wrote technical manuals? If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port, And the bus is interrupted as a very last resort, And the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort, Then the socket packet pocket has an error to report! If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash, If the label on your cable on the gable at your house, And your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss, When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk, |
DD, why is your company holding meetings on Friday? Don't they know you have the OFST to attend?
Your employer needs to get his priorities in order.
Proud Papa ping
That was in Mountain View, which is looking more and more like gangsta territory.
Holy crap...someone needs a sandwich...STAT!
| The Night Before Startup 'Twas the night before startup and all through the house not a program was working, there clicked not a mouse The users were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of systems alive in their heads. The programmers slumped round their screens in despair and felt that a miracle now would be fair. Then from the back office there rose such a chatter I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter and there to my marveling eyes did appear a wonder programmer with a six pack of beer. His resume glowed with experience so rare he turned out great code with that bit-pusher's flair. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, turning specs into code like a sitcom berserk. A wink of his eye and a nod of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. More smoothly than salesmen his programs they come; he whistled and shouted and called them by name. On update, on add, on inquire and delete, on batch jobs, on closing on functions complete. His eyes all glazed over, hands nimble and lean, from long days and nights spent in front of a screen. He tapped and he hammered, he nothing did shirk, turning specs into code; then he turned with a smirk, and laying his finger upon Enter key, the system came up and worked perfectly. The updates updated, the deletes all deleted, the inquiries inquired and the closing completed. He tested each whistle, he tested each bell, and with nary an append it all had gone well. The system was finished, the tests were concluded, the client’s last changes were even included. Then the user explained in apocalypt font, "It’s just what I asked for, but not what I want." |
THAT'S why I love ya!
Hey Dasher, how are ya?
Did'ja go to bed without supper?
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