Silly non-programmers
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someone sent me this Meme. I like to show my tech guy my empty coffee mug and tell him I successfully installed Java. To which I replied. You installed Java when you made the coffee, You successfully implemented a Java Object when you poured the mug of coffee, and consumed the object when you drank it. You are in the disposable phase now. Run along.
To err is human to really mess up you need a computer
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someone sent me this Meme. I like to show my tech guy my empty coffee mug and tell him I successfully installed Java. To which I replied. You installed Java when you made the coffee, You successfully implemented a Java Object when you poured the mug of coffee, and consumed the object when you drank it. You are in the disposable phase now. Run along.
To err is human to really mess up you need a computer
:| :sigh: waaayyyy too geeky for me.
I'd rather be phishing!
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someone sent me this Meme. I like to show my tech guy my empty coffee mug and tell him I successfully installed Java. To which I replied. You installed Java when you made the coffee, You successfully implemented a Java Object when you poured the mug of coffee, and consumed the object when you drank it. You are in the disposable phase now. Run along.
To err is human to really mess up you need a computer
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someone sent me this Meme. I like to show my tech guy my empty coffee mug and tell him I successfully installed Java. To which I replied. You installed Java when you made the coffee, You successfully implemented a Java Object when you poured the mug of coffee, and consumed the object when you drank it. You are in the disposable phase now. Run along.
To err is human to really mess up you need a computer
Two fig wasps walk into a bar. The first walks over to the juke box and picks out Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5. The second walks up to the bartender and orders two two-fingered scotches. The bartender says "Hey, that's a lot scotch for one fig wasp don't you think?" To which the fig wasp who ordered the drinks responds "Well, one's for me and the other's for my music critic of a buddy over there making the tune selection" (I don't get it either ... and I would suggest Googling parts of the text of the joke in search of context is probably as futile a quest as pouring coffee on the wound and settling for any results obtained thusly)
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Two fig wasps walk into a bar. The first walks over to the juke box and picks out Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5. The second walks up to the bartender and orders two two-fingered scotches. The bartender says "Hey, that's a lot scotch for one fig wasp don't you think?" To which the fig wasp who ordered the drinks responds "Well, one's for me and the other's for my music critic of a buddy over there making the tune selection" (I don't get it either ... and I would suggest Googling parts of the text of the joke in search of context is probably as futile a quest as pouring coffee on the wound and settling for any results obtained thusly)
It's a joke about racism, because the one buying the drinks is a Rimsky-Korsakov fan, obviously.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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It's a joke about racism, because the one buying the drinks is a Rimsky-Korsakov fan, obviously.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
Ok, Obviously. Because I can't play piano, really ... And of course, my ears are so big. (How big are they?) They're so big, when I was a child, before I went to bed each night, I'd tape them with cellophane to the sides of my head in order to keep from trapping them on my pillow when I rolled over in my sleep, and thereby aggrevating my condition.