Naughtius Relaximus
I think most of the pictures I take of Jim look like this.
I think most of the pictures I take of Jim look like this.
I’m hoping the polite reply, with CC’s to the entire sales and marketing teams, suggesting that someone’s CRM data is flawed properly conveys my annoyance. Sending out cold-call emails insinuating we had previously discussed a project leveraging a firm’s product really touches me here. /me points to a “bad” place on the doll. Do people…
Sometimes the shortest point between St. Paul, MN and Council Bluffs, IA is Kansas City. Bog loves Himself some hub and spoke transportation. As does FedEx.
Doing this for five minutes probably isn’t great. At what point do you “help” things along with a little hard reset? Also? Great moire pattern.
Playoff hocky on tv and following baseball scores on the internet. Best time of the year!
http://open.spotify.com/track/0FzmQ2AN12KxWnmOE9MiG5 or for the non-Spotifiers out there:
Today’s half hour of beer penance on the elliptical was surprisingly enjoyable for once.
All this talk of pushing builds during branching has lodged this into my head: Ye Gods! There is no respite.
Jim climbed into his chair for the first time in a while tonight. This is how we like to see our boy.
That moment when you’ve managed to crawl so far back up the rabbit hole of interrupts that you forgot what you were working on before the interruption just satisfied. I cannot remember if there is another question I’m supposed to be answering or task to complete or if I can go back to doing code…