Wrapping up the house altar. Hm, god statues. What to wrap them in? Oh, I know, t-shirts!

Wait, I better make sure they're appropriate t-shirts.

Okay, Ganesh goes in "magically delicious".

Kali into Jack Skellington,

and Thoth - obfuscated Perl.

Tee hee.

<--punchy

The Kindle. Dude.

Geek tattoos!

Now I want to get a tattoo incorporating an optical illusion or impossible object. Like, a LOT.

*glee*

The shiny black MacBook, it is mine. Yes, precious.

My preciousssssss.

3D Desktop Prototype

Mama want!

So as I was watching Andrei check in some xJournal code, the germ of the following bad, gender-stereotypical, geek joke swam through my head:

Q: Why do so many women like dating geeks?
A: Because they actually know how to commit.

Yeah, yeah, I told you it was bad.

(For the geek-impaired: commit is a command used in most version-control programs ( Read more... )

Perl. And Latin. Together at last.

If that isn't geekgasm-inducing, I don't know what is.

(Link from the_xtina via grammargasm.)

Ohmygod. LibraryThing. Ohmygod so shiny ( Read more... )

and now, some humorous metaphors for what my body is acting like now, courtesy of me and motive_nuance:
operating under a new OS
using very different resource-management algorithms
partitioned a new drive
spawned a child process
updated device drivers
forked my code - or maybe that was what happened four weeks ago

contributions welcome.