gigamatic

there was a time when things got so crazy around here, that emptying my wastepaper basket and running around with it on my head shouting "ooga booga booga" and flailing my arms seemed more sensible than any of my work.

OOGA.

BOOGA.

BOOGA.

but, it's not my work this time. my work is going ok. projects are moving forward, and at least right this second, things are logical.

it's my friends' work. they're driving me to insanity as i try to prove to them the illogic behind their flawed system. the system is flawed, AND you're trying to run flawed code on top of it. hey! there's a combination for success.

OOGA.

BOOGA.

BOOGA.

Days like this make me think I'm a better programmer than I am. Or vice versa. Some days good code just flows naturally... some days not. This week is a good week, apparently.

Except for the oogly-boogly code that my friends have sent me for fixing. THAT, my friends, is just plain scary.