B-Girl, please.
B-Girl, please.
I just ended it with a guy who crossed the disaster threshold…
Honestly, if you both know that going into it, it’s fine,
You don’t get that feeling of cliff-diving abandon that you get from letting your love instincts run wild, but it doesn’t fuck up your life in the same way either when it ends.
Go to Mongolia and you will see it.
I would just assume those are all (hot) gay dudes and uninterested in sex with women anyway.
He was exactly the kind of guy who doesn’t get hired any more because companies “know better”.
And stuff gets crappier every year somehow.
I still fondly remember the QA guy on the first consumer electronics project I worked on. He didn’t do scripting or test harnesses or dependency injection, he used the product and filed good bugs telling us what would fuck up our customer’s expectations.
A good QA person helps with product design too if you let them.
Andy B, I’d work with you again in a second.
“You didn’t even talk to the IRB?”
They get their fresh water from rain pools that, being less dense than seawater, float on the surface for a while.
That’s metal as shit imo.
I’ve been one of those calls. Woke up with chest pain and pain in my left upper arm. Called 911.
Diagnosis was heartburn+slept wrong.
Very well, today I accede to your superior pedantry.
But one day I shall return!
Eh, that’s just 1/2 of the harmonic sum, which diverges.
You can divide by zero if you like, you just need to snap your fingers and wish really hard and a brand new number called Infinity appears.
It’s like magic!
Should be anything less than a harmonic decrease (that is, the nth centaur is 1/n the size of the original).
The harmonic series is the slowest-diverging series.
Read Gargantua and Pantagruel next.
Jonathan Swift got there first:
“If they would, for example, praise the beauty of a woman, or any other animal, they describe it by rhombs, circles, parallelograms, ellipses, and other geometrical terms, or by words of art drawn from music, needless here to repeat.”
Gulliver’s Travels, Part 3 Chapter 2
They have nerves throughout their shells and can feel even gentle touch.
I dgaf about indices starting at 0 or 1, I can deal with case-insensitivity, but syntactically significant whitespace drives me up the wall.
This, plus beer and yogurt.
LISP is too old to care any more.