April 27th, 2004
In general I choose to live in shared housing situations. The isolation of living alone gets to me, and I like the rich and varied interaction of moving in with strangers. But somedays, you spend the entire day wrestling with code, dealing with a language in flux, shoring up your basic frameworks, and struggling with the fundamental metaphor clash inherent in doing object oriented development for relational database driven applications. On days like that you wonder if its really worth it to come home and read on the communal white board
“I left a pair of nipple clamps on the kitchen table last night. Has anyone seen them?”
March 28th, 2003
Some discussion of
subscription
sizes over at plasticbag. While I only subscibe
to 72 as opposed to Ben’s 212, I do personally maintain 8 of those feeds, or 1
in 9 (and one hasn’t been updated since 1999). Thats got to count (in a bad way I’m sure) for something.
March 23rd, 2003
I’ll be the first to admit, I went to a
liberal school. Not only did
the RAs keep
free condoms stocked in our coed bathrooms at all times, they also kept dental
dams right next to them. I never really thought about this much except for the
various artistic endeavors once could get up to with a limitless supply of
bright, green, latex squares.
In the past month I’ve spent a considerable amount of time at the dentist.
Which has brought the subject of dental dams rather forcibly back to mind.
What I can’t understand is how anyone who has had dental work can stay in the
mood when using one of these? The last thing I need in the bedroom is the
memory of whirring drill, and novocaine queasiness, and generally dentist
induced anxiety. That said, I’m going to lobby my dentist to carry these vanilla
flavored ones.
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