I’m spending the week at OSCON, a conference so geeky that they won’t even let you in the door unless you have in your possession a Linux boot disk, the root password, a 20-sided die, or proof of virginity.
I whiled away the morning in a three-hour presentation given by perl
This was very, very good.
I hope you don’t have to put up with the crazy frog ringtones, like we have to in the UK. Makes you want to hurt people, hard.
A masterwork!
Now, tell us: which ticket did you use to get in? (My money is on the dice)
Dude, you got to meet Damian Conway? That’s awesome!
/goes back to playing with 20-sided dice.
Wow, sounds like the dude totally overrode the shame method that he should’ve inherited from his parent (classes); isn’t there some way to lock-down base class methods to prevent the children from doing stupid things? (I know TMTOWTDI, but sometimes the “other way” is, uh, awful.)
Or was the obnoxious ringtone some sort of compile-time warning?
There is a certain level of incredulousness that has to go with someone not turning their phone off after multiple people have been humiliated by ringing cell phones.
And then he blamed the caller. Nice. Did you ask him if he wanted to be your best friend after that? No? Hmm.
Are you sure this wasn’t a medical conference? Nobody’s got the phone/beeper bug like MDs… if you’re ever at a biomedical conference, and the phone rings, well, it ain’t in the pocket of a biomedical engineer. Unless the engineer in question is a stuck-up knob.. which brings me back to MDs. Ahhhhh, circular reasoning! So refreshing in today’s linear world!
Dang! I thought it was a Linux boot disk, the root password, a 20-sided die, AND proof of virginity.
And wow! Slightly tangentially, is Greg Stein’s hair real? Did you sneak up behind him and tug on it to make sure? I need to know.
Reminds me of a joke:
A young man wanted to get his beautiful blonde wife something nice for their first wedding anniversary. So he decides to buy her a cell phone. She is all excited – she loves her phone. He shows her and explains to her all the features on the phone.
The next day the blonde goes shopping. Her phone rings and it’s her husband.
“Hi Hon,” he says. “How do you like your new phone?”
She replies, “I just love it. It’s so small and your voice is clear as a bell. There’s one thing I don’t understand though.”
“What’s that, baby?” asks the husband.
“How did you know I was at Wal-Mart?”
LOL, nice joke.
I miss my old cell phone’s ringtones. I set it to one where it was just a cat meowing. Every time it went off, people would just look around, bewildered that a cat was in a coffeeshop/grocery store/Wal*Mart.
Now I just have some crappy techno song…
I watch my friend answer her phone in the cinema and actually engage in conversation.
“Hey I’m in the cinema, I can’t talk”
…
“Oh I’m just watching [name of movie]”
…
“No we’re not up to that bit yet.”
…
“I know! How stupid is that?!”
etc.
A customer’s cell phone rang while she was in my bookshop last Saturday… the ringtone was that of an old-fashioned rotary phone. It was startling enough to make everyone over “a certain age” turn and stare.
When I was in massage therapy school, their solution to the ringing cell phone problem was to fine you $5 if your phone went off. Since the money went towards the class graduation party, it turned the whole student body into enforcers. We never had a problem with it after the first week.
I was sitting at the movies with my wife-to-be, wayyyyyy before we were at that point, like on our second date, with the annoyingly loud group of teenager sitting a mear two rows behind us. We’re all of twenty minutes into the film (for the life of me I can’t remember the movie) when one future savior of humanity’s phone rings. And not just a normal ring. No, no. It’s “I’m a Barbie Girl” set so loud people in the next county were telling her to shut it off. She answers it, but politely makes the conversation as short as possible, just a mere three minutes, and then puts her phone away. Only to have it ring again ten minutes later and start the whole thing over again. I’m certain if Knuckles her over-testosteroned boyfriend with the brow ridges hadn’t been there we would have seen pitchforks and torches. And rightly so, too!
if the squirelly is in excistence, how could he have proof of virginity