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



First time I shot her
I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia’s gone, one more round
Delia’s gone
— Johnny Cash, Delia’s Gone

20:10 <chris2> language design fucks up my brain
20:10 <chris2> soon i can use c++ and dont need to implement my own thing
20:11 <slyphon> chris2: maybe you should go lie down for a little while
20:11 <slyphon> chris2: you're starting to get delusional
17:20 <Frixon> Oder der seit Monaten geplante "Grosse Genozid Silvesterevent der Volksmusik in der ARD"
16:35 <kbrooks> I HAVE A QUESTION
16:35 <bougyman> I HAVE A cup of superb coffee

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
— Johnny Cash, Sunday Morning Coming Down

11:46 <chris2> signs you are a hopeless geek: you try to explain the barkeeper at 1:30 am how to calculate the price using linear algebra