You know you're working late when...

...you find out that someone has locked you into the building on the presumption that no-one would possibly be working this late.

Fortunately the doors here all have locks that over-ride from the inside... although it did take me an interval of a few swear-words to figure out what was going on and actually look for the over-ride thing  :)

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"So you're gay? Great! I believe you can get fries with that now."

(part of a rant about Tatu by patchworkkid)

"Run away, run away!!"

*boing* said Zebedee
"Time for bed" said Florence
"Nah, have another sugar cube, you'll be up all night" said Dougal.

Alright, maybe he didn't, but he clearly had the worst habit of them all nonetheless. Meanwhile, I've got ten times more work done in the last 4 hours than I did in the 8 hours of my official work day. I'd like to claim this is purely due to the lack of cow-orkers disturbing me, and the fact that I can listen to music when I'm working at night, but in fact the relative paucity of personal email and friends page updates probably helps a lot too.

Night night people... normal bullshit levels will be resumed when I scrape myself out of bed in 8 hours or so  :)

Random soppy thing

Since I found that SQL bug yesterday, I've been coding fairly intensively pretty much all the time that I've been awake. Despite this continuous practise, my fingers still insist on typing 'elise' instead of 'else' every single time I start another if/else block  :)

FUNNY letter to the Observer by Terry Jones, re: US foreign policy

A letter to the London Observer from Terry Jones (yes, of Monty Python).

Letter to the Observer
Sunday January 26, 2003

I'm really excited by George Bush's latest reason for bombing Iraq: he's running out of patience. And so am I! For some time now I've been really pissed off with Mr Johnson, who lives a couple of doors down the street. Well, him and Mr Patel, who runs the health food shop. They both give me queer looks, and I'm sure Mr Johnson is planning something nasty for me, but so far I haven't been able to discover what. I've been round to his place a few times to see what he's up to, but he's got everything well hidden. That's how devious he is.

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*toink*

...the delicate sound of my patience finally snapping.

( rant )

Disclaimer: unless you sent me a sarcastic text message today about what a lousy friend I am after all you've done for me, then you did not provoke this post.

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On IRC:
<wechsler> it's not that I object to your reading my mind, I just wish you'd stop making notes in the margins