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Just got some PHP/MySQL junk worked out and it makes me happy. A victory at work.
It’s 65 out and sunny, a great day to not be inside with no windows, but eh.
Just got some PHP/MySQL junk worked out and it makes me happy. A victory at work.
It’s 65 out and sunny, a great day to not be inside with no windows, but eh.
Ahh, we all love that Schick commercial. The dude comes on and says something like “the Gillette Mach3 has three blades, and anyone who says that you can have FOUR FREAKIN BLADES is clearly crazier than a sack full of weasels. Right? Wrong!”
If you ask the ad wizards at Schick, this is when all of America is supposed to go “WHAAAAAA?” and grab their chest to indicate that this news has caused heart palpitations.
Because as we all have been brought up to believe, the theoretical maximum for number of blades is three, and anyone who presumes to blaspheme otherwise is nuttier than the delicious stuff that comes out of Mr. Peanut’s left ear.
Luckily for us, The Onion has addressed this matter in this week’s issue.
All I know is that, yes, they do wear pants in public.
Harlem Shakes for everyone! ‘Shimmy shimmy yaw’ like you were ODB, Dirt McGirt or perhaps his twin, Marcus Melvin.
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So after our shellacking of FSU on Tuesday night, we went to the Village Draft House. To make it even better, the TVs were showing Carolina losing to GT. There were a lot of nancy boys in attendance pulling for the team in powder blue. Ha! They lost. Also in attendance at the restaurant were not only Mike O’Donnell and Engin Atsür, but we sat right next to the weather pixie herself! Ben said she’s hotter in person than on TV, which would seem highly unusual. I think of her as more “cute” than “hot,” but either way, yeah, she was there.
You know who wasn’t there?
But I’m sure he was there in the idle daydreams of the weather pixie as she stared glassy-eyed into the distance past her bearded lame-duck dining companion, nodding now and again to put up a façade of interest, while her real interest lay only on the couch in Room 10, Page Hall.
Oh, by the way, nice job pixie and company. “Four inches of snow expected today,” huh? Thanks a lot for the 40 degree rain.
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The “noodle detonate” bit is worrying me.
I’m calling Tom Ridge.