I Remember You
January 10th, 1999I never saw her again after that night.
That night was fraught with revelations, secrets, and hushed experiences. She was bound for a place far away. So we got together one last time to say our goodbyes.
I never saw her again after that night.
That night was fraught with revelations, secrets, and hushed experiences. She was bound for a place far away. So we got together one last time to say our goodbyes.
I just saw on a news report that the top New Year's resolutions are:
And over 60% voted to "Stop making New Year's resolutions."
What's with the tiny fonts designers seem to love nowadays?
Have you seen them? Some of the nicest designed sites (those that are considered at the cutting edge of web design) use the tiniest of tiny font sizes possible. And they use it for their main copy too.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN."
I was in a BAD mood. Really bad. It was one of those things that just hooks onto your mind; a bait that's almost impossible to remove. My teeth were grinding against each other; the muscles of my maw were clenched tightly in a twisted mass.
Eureka! I've got it! I know what a soul is!
Please keep an open mind when you read this theory of mine. And it's just that—a theory.
Does this bother you as much as it bothers me?
I'm sitting here, using Netscape Navigator to check out a web site. All of a sudden, I'm slapped with a big ole' "Best Viewed with Internet Explorer" message across my face.
"I've seen how fragile so many software systems are—how one bug can bring them down."
Scott Olmsted uttered this line to Wired reporter Kevin Poulsen in the same breath he used to tell him that he was just about to buy his first gun.