You Know You're a Web Developer When...
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...you say to your coworkers, "I'll be back in a minute; I need to get some cash from the HTM." :doh: Maybe it's time I head out for the day.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
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...you say to your coworkers, "I'll be back in a minute; I need to get some cash from the HTM." :doh: Maybe it's time I head out for the day.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
you need to div your time for a little time span! ;P A train station is where the train stops. A bus station is where the bus stops. On my desk, I have a work station.... _________________________________________________________ My programs never have bugs, they just develop random features.
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you need to div your time for a little time span! ;P A train station is where the train stops. A bus station is where the bus stops. On my desk, I have a work station.... _________________________________________________________ My programs never have bugs, they just develop random features.
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...but he can only try to sneak out so as to not let his coworker catch him in the act, but he may get a callback once he breaks out.
well its been an interesting conversation but I guess i should leave class now and head out to this weird function that I have to see too.
Programming is a race between programmers trying to build bigger and better idiot proof programs, and the universe trying to build bigger and better idiots, so far... the universe is winning.
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...you say to your coworkers, "I'll be back in a minute; I need to get some cash from the HTM." :doh: Maybe it's time I head out for the day.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
You preface a love note to your girl with a link to a CSS page...
Will Rogers never met me.
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You preface a love note to your girl with a link to a CSS page...
Will Rogers never met me.
Life is like a box model? Or was it a model's box? I guess either way, you never know what you're gonna contract. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. I must know more about this love note.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
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...you say to your coworkers, "I'll be back in a minute; I need to get some cash from the HTM." :doh: Maybe it's time I head out for the day.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
William W. Wallbergh (alias WWW) has a wife named Ruby. She is the object if his desire. Their first date was in a field on some public property with explicit dimensions. It was a big event for him but it was not the case for her based on her response. She tries to control him even though his requirements are very strict on her. She thinks he has no class and would rather select a doctor type if given the option. They met while working on a review panel at the Washington Post back when they were fresh out of college. Next Spring they are expecting a child and WWW, true to his form, has made the request to call him Web. :rolleyes:
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William W. Wallbergh (alias WWW) has a wife named Ruby. She is the object if his desire. Their first date was in a field on some public property with explicit dimensions. It was a big event for him but it was not the case for her based on her response. She tries to control him even though his requirements are very strict on her. She thinks he has no class and would rather select a doctor type if given the option. They met while working on a review panel at the Washington Post back when they were fresh out of college. Next Spring they are expecting a child and WWW, true to his form, has made the request to call him Web. :rolleyes:
Charles S. Sandler is an unique child, his parents always told him he had to select a girl with class, but girls always throws him out from their eviroment and memory. C.S.S though they had too much constraints... soon decided to refresh and upgrade his style and resources. He put his life time span to get cachet, select the right girl from the group by having constraints of his own. It was an unsafe method to isolate him self, until his friend Sam Q. Langley told him that style was about the interface and not the implementation. S.Q.L is correct, Charles soon learned to be more dynamic, more semantic, and open to the public, this commited him to new enviroments, to meet new people. Lastly he met Paula h. Page, an feature rich woman who gave him the right implementation to his type, she seems to have magic methods to make him happy. Now they are married, Charles will query her to name his first inheritor Wiki.
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...you say to your coworkers, "I'll be back in a minute; I need to get some cash from the HTM." :doh: Maybe it's time I head out for the day.
This is not the age of reason, this is the age of flummery, and the day of the devious approach. Reason’s gone into the backrooms where it works to devise means by which people can be induced to emote in the desired direction.
...you know you aren't getting any from your girl if you don't postback her voice mail.