IHOP ... to the bathroom, quickly
I went to IHOP. Two of my party ordered All You Can Eat pancakes, which I argued was, for anyone with taste, at most one. "I guess we'll know in a couple of hours," I told the cashier. No reaction.
Curtis Jones
Olympic Half-Time Show
The Type A engineer in me insists: figure skating is the half-time show of the Olympics. You can't meaningfully measure it for medals. It belongs there about as much as someone throwing a ribbon around.
My New Dig
Neither witty nor humorous, just pictures of my new place.
Rednecks ... Hopefully Endangered, Soon
My theory: rednecks grow more aggressive as man infringes on their natural habitat, much like deer and bear. There's a whole police report behind this, but I'm too busy to type it all out.
Self-Referential Signs
I love a sign that warns you not to bump your head on the very sign doing the warning. Also a small consolation for anyone who's ever watched a database "ruin" 12.34 into 12.339999999999999857891452847979962825775146484375.
Here's One for the SAT's
Driving home from a New Year's party past lines of cops at every exit, an SAT analogy came to me: Black Friday is to retailers as ______ is to cops. At least they don't have to wait all year to turn a profit.
Bring out the Gimp
The GIMP is a free Photoshop alternative, according to people who have never actually used Photoshop. For its tenth anniversary they ran a splash screen contest called Gimp Splash 10, and the Slashdot comments wrote themselves.
Concoctions of Caliginosity #3
Delta pilots took another voluntary paycut, so maybe my eighty-five-cent shares will be worth something yet. Plus this year's leap second, which you will need to remember to adjust your clocks for. Good luck with that.
Word Verification Reader, Update #3
I revamped the bitmap-to-line-segments algorithm to handle branching, and it works magically with a little state-saving and recursion. If this ever works reliably, I may end up inventing my own Nobel Prize to quiet my conscience.
Christmas Mayhem
I hate shopping, and I really hate it at Christmas. A tale of a Toni & Guy gift certificate, an outrageous haircut price, and a Batteries For Life watch deal I can no longer cash in because I lost the tiny little card.