Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


A Field of Candles

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart
A man under cover buy you tore him apart
Maybe next year I’ll give it to someone
I’ll give it to someone special.
— Wham!, Last Christmas

15:54 <isomer_> we put up a b-tree instead of a regular tree. there's not much room for presents under the leaves
15:54 <tanuki> we just put up a heap
15:55 <isomer_> how's that work out?
15:56 <isomer_> you have to arrange them by weight

Yesterday’s just a memory,
Tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be
And I need you, oh, yeah.
— Bob Dylan, Don’t Fall Apart on Me Tonight

Thought Hi, Qerub’s Mom! (The first one is always free.)
00:18 <Symmetry> what % of Ruby users are actually Rails users?
00:20 <chris2> Symmetry: you better ask, what number of rails users are ruby users?