The Watchtower of Destruction: The Ferrett's Journal - February 25th, 2008
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01:20 pm
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Feel The Love. Then Define it. Then Debate The Measurements.
"I love you," I whispered in her ear, hugging her goodbye, smelling her hair as we parted. And she was someone who was beautiful on every level - physically gorgeous, mentally adept, and warm and giving. I did love her, even though my wife Gini was standing right next to me when I said it.
On the drive back home, Gini asked me about that. "Is that a big-L love or a little-l love you have for her?" she asked.
I thought about it for a bit. "Smallcap-L love," I admitted, and Gini laughed and moved on.
She knew what I meant. I thought that girl was an absolute babe, and we connected on so many levels that really, if Gini wasn't there I probably could fall big-L in love with her. I cared about her; if something happened to her, I'd be a little panicky until I knew she was okay. And I liked her. So it was something that maybe could have been romantic under different circumstances, and was certainly more than the amicable little-l love friendship I have with a lot of friends, but too tiny to be a big-L love." So smallcap-L love it was.
But the problem with smallcap-L love is that I've only opened it up from a binary to a ternary operation. Yet three modes still isn't quite enough for me.
I want a whole font.
Gini's the 144-point bolded "L" love, so large it obscures billoards, towering over the rest of the letters like a strange alphabetic titan. But I have some forty-eight-point "L" loves hanging about - people I've shared intimacies so close with it might as well be sex, coupled with a strange erotic attraction that inevitably deadends but in a quite luscious way. And I have a lot of twenty-four "L" loves in italics, people who I adore so much that I'd never even think of sleeping with them because that would make them uncomfortable, and I've unconsciously ratcheted that down because I care for them so much I don't even want them to have to discuss something like that.
There are a couple of strikethrough-L loves - people who I will always care for, but have gone down paths that I cannot follow or condone. And there are some Comic Sans L-font loves - loves that are obvious, simple, and trite. And I have a lot of headline-font, very masculine-L loves from guys who I'd never sleep with simply because I don't swing that way... But I'd walk through fire for any of them.
My love for any one person isn't binary, or ternary - it's as complex and unique as the person that I love. And if I'm going to have to give a definition, I want to tell them, "She's a thirty-six bold-L love, and my finger's on the trigger to bump her up to a forty-eight."
Or I could just say to L with it.
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05:08 pm
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Turning A Borderline Mediocre Programmer Into A Piss-Poor One
I am currently sick, and not thinking well. So when I program, I look at something that's not working right and go, "Huh."
Then I change some line of code. And I poke it. And it still doesn't work.
So I change something else. And I poke it. And it still doesn't work.
Then I try to envision the program as a whole, trying to see what could possibly go wrong and backtracing it in my head as I try to figure out where this thing could possibly be going wrong. But that's too much trouble, and the fuzzies in my head tell me that I'm much too stupid now to really try thinking.
Maybe if I changed this. Poke. Why this no work? Brayne no good. But me should be work now! No sick days.
Here, have a video: Jimmy Kimmel's rebuttal to Sarah Silverman. Impressive in its scope, if not its execution. (And I do love Jimmy Kimmel.)
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