OMG, the developers are trashing PHP. They're saying it's not a real language, and that if I can code in PHP, then surely I can learn a real programming language.
ALL OF THEM. They're Microsoft bots. I'm having an argument with a developer I don't usually talk to, espousing what I see as the high points of open source options in general and PHP in specific, and I can hear laughter from over the cubicle walls.
I think we need a Thunderdome.
if only I were more committed to tablescapes! And barfing.
Okay, you know, you're odd.
You are apparently not familiar enough with the Sandra Lee Semi-Homemade oeuvre.
We're having early snowpocalypse. Except, it's now ice pellets. Don't wanna shovel!
You are apparently not familiar enough with the Sandra Lee Semi-Homemade oeuvre.
Is it okay if I'm proud of that? I want to be proud of that.
Yikes, Sue. I am super happy to never have to shovel.
Yes, ita !, you should be proud of that.
Jesse,
your Sandra Lee shout-out scared me.
But I laughed at the same place you did regarding doing everything from scratch. I have never made stuffing from scratch (making my own bread, making my own sausage) and I ain't starting tomorrow.
Half of the time, we are lucky that I am picking up a pan to cook dinner, much less that everything is made from scratch.
Sandra Lee though? That Kwanzaa cake?
Gotta love the Kwanzaa Kake.
::does the proudy dance::
Yes, that's a thing.
I had a little nap instead of shovelling.
I was at a friend's birthday party where another friend showed up with a Sandra Lee-inspired "cake" for the birthday girl.
Let me be clear: I *love* cake. LOVE. I'm not sure I've ever met a cake I didn't like, although of course I do have preferential ranking.
I took one bite of that "cake" and seriously spit it back out. It was, like Cool Whip and -- I think booze??? -- and maybe an angel food cake and jello and I'm not sure what all else.
I like all of those things inividually (or, at the very least, they aren't so offensive to my taste buds that I would spit them out). I have no idea what dark majicks were worked upon that "cake" to make it so disgusting.
The birthday girl's *dog* wouldn't eat the cake.