Dude…after reading that I definitely don’t want to learn shell programming!
On second thought…it’s 98 degrees outside, I live in the middle of downtown, and I don’t even want to *start* talking about dating. So I return to geeking out. Lovely.
Quote of the day:
Mom: “What’s Harry Potter looking for? Crockhoppers?”
me: “Do you mean….horcruxes?”
Tonight I was sitting outside at Dairy Queen, and I was telling a story involving a loudly-barking dog. So, naturally, I barked. (This probably does not surprise you).
This turned out to be not so good of a decision. I apparently scared a couple of poodles at the next table because they started going crazy, and the Crazyhair family (twin 3-year-olds with bleached mohawks that matched their dad’s + a mom with dreads) at a different table all turned and looked at me at the same time.
I might have cried a little bit from embarrassed/amused laughter.