The days, the weeks, the months have passed
Another year is done
So, it’s time for me to say
Happy Birthday, Son.
I wish you health, I wish you wealth
I wish you carefree living
And, as well as Happy Birthday
Have a great Thanksgiving!

This young upstart programmer named Bob Remeika decided to schedule a pizza lunch at 12:00 PM on Thursday. Wouldn’t you know, he didn’t actually order the pizza until 11:45. All of a sudden at 12:19, I get an email saying “UPDATE: The pizza is coming a little later than expected so we’ll wait until it gets here to get started.” You can guess what happens. The pizza guy doesn’t turn up until 12:39, and by this time my tummy was so grumbly that it actually started to digest itself. These new Web 2.0 frigtards don’t know the first thing about pizza ordering. They should just leave it to the 1.0 old-timers.

Documentaries attempting to excite the proletariat annoy me. Does some bloke playing a cello really illustrate string theory? PBS and BBC seem to think so. I have to believe that if James Burke were in charge, this kind of nonsense wouldn’t keep happening. It’s difficult to understand what Ed Witten has to say, but I want to believe that I don’t need the cartoon version in order to grasp it.