This evening just before sunset, I finally got the shot I've been trying to get for years. pic.twitter.com/JFJG4vlAb3
— Greg McCown (@Gregtucson) August 9, 2015
It’s really a beautiful shot.
Earlier this year, I brought my bow and arrow to the office. I told people we were making a video.
Here it is.
Our annual (ish) conference will be in San Diego and I’ll be there to teach you the WordPress things.
I know you can’t wait. See ya there!
I saw this on Twitter, by Anna Vital, called “How to Talk to Programmers”
Change the second to last one to “only meaningful projects inspire good work” and it’s basically universal.
Source here is Ambelies’ Tumblr and the story here is this. Boxer crabs are badass because they pick up stinging sea anemones and use them as weapons.
Waitaminutewaitaminute- what you’re telling me is that when that crab gets threatened, it picks up another organism laying nearby/minding it’s own business and then proceeds to use said innocent bystander to beat up whatever was threatening it?
This made a song to the tune of Llama Llama Duck.
I will beat a motherfucker
with another motherfucker
’til the motherfucker fucking fucked the motherfuck.
Do not fuck with motherfuckers,
Who have other motherfuckers, with to fuck you back.
I once saw a spider
He was not a dove.
using other creatures like some fucking pompom gloves.
He looked very pleased.
And with spider friends like that
Who needs anemones?
Did you see that motherfucker punch a fucker with a fucker?
I will beat a motherfucker
with a motherfuck.
Once a motherfucker fucked with
twice the motherfucker and he
found the motherfucker was a motherfucking… duck.
And then it was recorded:
So when you hear me shout “Motherfucking duck!” this is why.
I was having issues with my work computer. It was slow and annoying me as I tabbed between apps, so I decided to do the logical thing. I cut down all the apps I was running until I was down to just what I needed to survive. It was still slow. So I looked at what was using the most memory (besides email, I knew that was a pill).
Like a lot of people, I have a lot of browser windows open at any one point in time. I work in them, I’m always answering and refreshing and reading. It’s just how I work and how I have to work. So I started closing out windows I didn’t really pay attention to. First it was Google Plus, then it was Facebook. And around that point in time, my computer decided to play nicely (as much as it can) and I forgot about it for a while.
A week later, I realized how little I was using Facebook… and how little I cared about it.
Two weeks and I had forgotten to log in.
I think this is a thing for me now. I’ll keep the account, to keep up on some of you people, but I just don’t care about it. In fact. I feel better not using it. Go figure.
When I was recently in New York for a WordCamp, I saw some of my Canadian friends were coming and asked if they wouldn’t mind smuggling me some candy. Smarties in particular. My American friends (whom are the majority) asked why didn’t I just go to the store and get these:
And I screamed NOOOOO like Darth Vader, king of the Light Vaders (look, I was 5 and the StormTroopers wore white). I did not mean that crappy Sweet/Tart knock-off everyone tried to get rid of on Halloween, I meant Nestlé Smarties, a hard-shell chocolate candy. My American friends eyed me curiously and said “M&Ms?”
M&Ms are sweet, nearly sickeningly so to me these days. They’re more sugar than chocolate. Smarties are flavoured naturally and aren’t super sweet. They’re enhanced, with a fruit undertone that is so delicious and tasty… Almost like a tiny bit of orange in every bite, but they’re not like the orange chocolate eggs. They’re so subtle and wonderful and bring back memories of visiting my relatives as a kid. Car rides with my mother. People with funnier accents than Cleveland. They’re still the taste of youth to me, where as M&Ms and other US candy has become unbearably saccharine.
And, damn it, I can’t buy them in the US! I don’t know why, I just know Amazon was sued over selling them and I have to resort to presents from friends. But god, I love me Smarties. And I’m telling you, they don’t taste like M&Ms, they’re not some cheap knock off. They’re a totally different beast.
Andrea and Christine, I still have the two big bags, but I’m giving my mom one.