Last night this guy performed wearing my friend Omar's shirt he designed. http://flickr.com/photos/omarlee/sets/72157594430167536/
Macs still aren't ready for office use. Why does a third party have to release this shit?
Oh awful, after Jeff posted about the FizzBuzz problem people actually started posting their own versions in some sort of sad compulsion to prove they were capable to write five lines of code. It's like someone said, "Everyone should know how to tie their shoe laces!" and a hundred people untied and tied their shoelaces to prove they could do it.
Continuing my comic frenzy, I woke up this morning at 8am and finished "Blankets" by Craig Thompson. Mat recommended it the other day and I really had no idea what I was getting in to. It's won a shit-tonne of awards, so there's no use in me going on about how great it is but I feel so satisfied and peaceful after putting it down.
When I was 9 I went to the carnival with my parents. All my other friends had gone, but they went without their parents so I wanted to be like them and separate from my Mom and Dad. After much pleading I talked my Mom into letting me go off and play some of the games. She gave me a handful of tickets and told me to meet her back at the refreshment stand after I was done.
The first place I went was the game where you fire the water-gun into the mouths of the clowns, causing the balloon on their head to expand and explode. The first one that is destroyed wins a prize. Well, I had never seen the game in action, I had only noticed that you got to shoot a water gun and that was enough for a 9 year old hooked on GI-Joe.
So I gave the operator my ticket and sat alongside 8 other players. The guy in the clown suit gave some explanation about how the game worked, but all I heard was "shoot the clown in the face" and all of a sudden the bell had rung and water was being sprayed over the counter.
That's when I noticed that all the prizes were clown related; Ceramic clowns, rag-doll clowns, posters of clowns, clown bed lamps, clown towels, clown pens, and clown dart boards.
In the confusion I took aim, only I wasn't sure which clown I was supposed to be shooting so I just started spraying indiscriminantly. I sprayed every clown I could fix my sights on. I sprayed the dolls, the posters, the lamps, the towels...everything.
It was only a matter of seconds before the guy in the clown suit ran over (through several streams of water) to take the gun out of my hands. He yelled at me and told me not to come back.
I felt so bad that I threw away the remaining tickets and just walked around for a bit until it was time to meet my parents.