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Shoot, between a seminole and a zombie slayer, now I’m craving hostess twinkees!

A programmer programs,
A painter paints,
A pilot pilots,
A inventor invents,
A sculptor sculpts,
A writer writes,
A sailor sails

What do all these have in common? Each only needs the right to prefix their name with “Doctor” and point at a plaque on the wall, before they may philosophize before students and profess to doing anything in class!

Programming a computer is as much related to the business of developing software as piloting an air plane is to the business of dropping bombs. Uniquely so when you look at the typical software product :-o.

If the words noun, verb, and dictionary mean nothing and you happen to be an American, you seriously must have slacked off through the elementary school grades more than I did ^_^.

In my efforts to “Bury myself in code” rather than let this place get the better of me, I’ve been getting plenty done.

On the computing side, I’ve made around 25-30 commits between version control systems, including finally wrapping up a project that’s been waiting weeks to get pushed out. Even crashed yet another compiler with a typo, but this time it was one I could file a bug report against ^_^.

Today alone, I’ve employed about 5 computer languages, plus my laptop is still displaying most things in German and google-chrome is set to English. Yesterday tack on Python, Ruby, and brain storming for something lispy of my ‘own’ on top of all that.

Sometime when I get around to it, I need to find time to acquire a few more languages lol.  I’ve an interest in picking up Haskell and ML, the former because I often encounter snippets of it and the later based on what MJDs written about it on the web.

Programs have no language, they are the language.

Sometimes all but knocking down walls is therapeutic.

• A mood that would peel paint
• Grilled cheese and old popcorn
• Choice of Army of Darkness or Dear God
• Six sectors to clean / organise
• A lot more code to get done
• Kill a few thousand zombies, eventually.

Some days I really get the thought that living here is roughly equal to this algorithm:

    while here:
        me.darkmood += stepping * Proximity.to(HRP) / rare(fun)

The radio stream was complaining how it’s supposed to be hot as heck today. Walking to the mailbox and back on interrupt, I can’t help but think how “Nice and comfortable” the sun shine feels compared to the A/C inside.

According to the weather service it is currently 93 F (33.9 C) outside and is supposed to be feeling like 100 F (37.8 C). Just a pleasant environment if you ask me ;).

In sorting through old high school stuff, I can’t help but think: “Oh how I wish I could throw more of this shit in a bonfire”

And then dance around it singing burn baby burn!

Hmm, I never new that these Erdbeerschnüre could be so addictive… lol

Sometimes I wonder if my mother is the most insulting person I know, or merely a runner up to the human race in general. I don’t care to computate that further.