Mark Your Calendars! Thursday September 19th is National “Talk Like A Pirate Day.” I’m not making this up.
To quote Blonde Redhead, “This is for me and everybody knows it.” Read it if you want, but it won’t make any sense and I guarantee that you will be bored senseless.
I’m trying to make sense of the last seven days. . . alot has happened, and I’m going to keep most of it to myself. But just to clear out the clutter;
I made a promise to myself when I started writing this thing that I would never talk about tech, programming, or the web. Well. . . I’m wrting this, so you get what I want you to have, so there.
Wednesday night the engineers were making hardware changes to the Away.com site, and my job was to be on call to answer any questions that they may have had. Actually, to be totally, honestly, chronologically and temporally accurate — for the record, you might say — it was closer to the short hours of Thursday morning. . . the 3am-5am time slot, which is usually reserved for sleeping. So. . I just stayed awake. . . for 36 hours. Sometime in those wee hours, I found myself pondering the following:
1. PERL’s Regular Expressions and Pattern Matching are the nail in the coffin of the existence of a truly benevolent Creator. Aristotle can take his Etiological Argument and shove it. He didn’t spend an hour writing this:$temp_var =~ s|< \s*A\s[^>]*?>\s*(< \s*IMG[^>]*?>)\s*< \s*/a>|
2. Did Sloane Peterson and Ferris Bueller get married and have kids? What are they like?
3. The NBC television show Dog Eat Dog brings the world one step closer to a dream of mine — topless reality television. It is evil. It is an abomination. I hope I catch the reruns.
And finally. . . last night a group of us went out for Indian food, and to the Black Cat for Mousetrap — britpop dance night. Needless to say, we all had alot of fun, although some had more fun than others. To wit, during the cab ride home, Dileep looked at me and said, “What a great night. I’ve got a beautiful woman on my left, and a beautiful woman on my right!” Emily (left-side girl) looked at Dileep, and responded earnestly. . . “And I’ve got rice on my lap.”
Word, Emily. . . word.