I mean, shit, we bring our Buffy yearbooks to conventions to be signed! It doesn't get much dorkier than that.

You know how it is. Your interest in t x is perfectly healthy and vigourous. That person over there with the rubber glove on their head posting about it on the internet? Completely insane.

I haven't killed anyone today. I'm happy about that. However, I'm trying to reacquire Perl, and I think maybe I'm better suited to killing people. Goddamned computer geeks.

That person over there with the rubber glove on their head posting about it on the internet? Completely insane.

True fact. Speaking of the internet, I'm afraid I'm going to tell people at work about Allyson's book, and then I'm going to have to change my user name and delete half of my old posts. Yikes!

I am super happy to be home, and not have to work tomorrow. Holiday, shmoliday, I'm psyched for No-Work Wednesday.

I'll be home in a second. Okay, more like an hour or two. But I will be happy then. I have goals, see?

Short term, I'd just like to wrap my head around differentiating between @array being equal to the number of elements in the array and it being the number of words in a string.

My brain is rapidly aging.

Speaking of the internet, I'm afraid I'm going to tell people at work about Allyson's book, and then I'm going to have to change my user name and delete half of my old posts. Yikes!

I'm hoping that the three weeks after the book comes out but before I go back to work will be enough time for me to come up with a script that allows me to pimp the book and stay in my cozy little internet closet. Right now all my co-workers know is that I read a lot of blogs. Any information I get here comes from "a friend of mine who emailed it to me."

Shrift, Ikea has Start-Boxes. Also, I remember when my friend whose house burned realized that she was going to have to replace all her spices and staples. I know with her it was the little things that you reach for and don't have, like spices and kitchen utensils.

Right now all my co-workers know is that I read a lot of blogs. Any information I get here comes from "a friend of mine who emailed it to me."

Yeah, exactly.

I'm mostly convinced that the network guys have figured out (oh, like they'd care) where I'm hanging out online. One of my coworkers (who I knew before taking the gig) knows "a Buffy board." (In the who's geekier war I point out that all of my action figures are unboxed and played with, but she thinks that "a Buffy board" trumps her closetful of mint figures--I don't think she knows about the coding thing, and I'm not going to tell her)

I'm not going to pimp the book here anyway. I will pimp it a krav and beat up anyone that looks at me funny.

Right now all my co-workers know is that I read a lot of blogs. Any information I get here comes from "a friend of mine who emailed it to me."

Yeah, exactly.

Totally!

"Well, that's it, then. It finally happened. Oprah Winfrey finally lost her mind and went to clown college, and now she's homeless."

If I squint I can make it look like Lauren, but DAMN. I had no idea she did such a great Oprah impersonation.