I'd change the subtitle of the journal to "fluent in Javascript as well as Klingon" ... except that I'm fluent in neither.
I fail the Weird Al Geek Test.

I am, however, playing "White and Nerdy" over and over and over and over. It's another "Lose Yourself", I think. (Anyone who was around for that incident with Sis, feel free to like hit me or something.)

I already had this conversation two weeks ago:
them: hey who is this
me: Um, you're the one IMing me. Shouldn't you know that?
them: umm no
me: All right then. I can safely assume that since you don't know, you don't need to know. Have a nice life! *waves*
Just a bit ago:
them: hey who is this
me: We already had that conversation. You added me, I don't know you, so why the hell did you add me?
Um. Oi.

Surreal errors:
"Sorry! an inexplicable error has occurred.
This error has been forwarded to MySpace's technical group."

The Shakespeare Programming Language -- poetic expression, translated to C!

Balloon molecules! Via, um, I think it was xinef.

I went to the workplace and did things. I worked on graphs, then I got ganked to monitor $ISSUE_SIDE_JOB, then after that was done I got ganked to dial on $OTHER_SIDE_MINI_JOB. Then I had more graphs, and some in between. I left a machine attempting to run some. I need a beefier machine if I am going to do graphs, dammit. I left a note on the monitor.

I remain dreadfully amused by Darkside's mom's easy assumption that I have some form of secret power over the Darkside. The "You! Maybe you can teach him how to clean house!" speaks of boundless optimism, that Darkside can be taught to clean house. The easy assumption is that if anyone can teach him to do so, it would be me, where his mother has failed. That's the kicker. Why me? hcolleen would be willing to bet that he talks about me when I'm not around. ...Do boys do that?

TMBG did a cover of the 1960's era song "Yeh Yeh"; I heard what was distinctly the TMBG version at iHop. I shared my glee with our cute waiter. He's going off to finish schooling (he's not a beauty school dropout) and our next Wednesday is his last day. We gave him URLs and descriptions; he's on MySpace.

Something Awful: State of the Nation is a thing of beauty. As much as I'm wary of SA, as a whole lot of asshats lurk there, there are strange gems to be found in the forums, and the Daily Kos has dredged up a whole thread's worth. Purportedly inside dirt from a staffer; it's a riot, whether truth or fiction.

Via the birthday fellow p_o_u_n_c_e_r: Print On Demand with the Espresso Book Machine: this is a thing of beauty, a joy forever, and will assuredly be improved on as well as having machines of that ilk become widespread. How much paper does the thing take? Will there be an upgrade for hardbacks?

I'm thinking of the application for textbooks. It would be so nice to cut out all the shipping and storage costs for textbooks, and be able to print them on demand. Though it would do weird things to the used textbook market. But all you'd have to do in the ordering department is make sure that the students had the right textbook to request to be printed, and make sure the machine was stocked. (I can see the hue and cry if someone forgets to order paper/toner for the textbook PoD.) This is far superior to the current common situation of professors not getting their textbook orders to the person who actually orders the textbooks on time, or ordering a wrong number of copies, or not ordering the teacher's edition, or what have you. As a safeguard against idiot students punching the wrong thing in, a college might have the print requests done automatically online, or make a book request card (similar to the copy machine cards) or some such.

But. Glee. This could be the end of hard-to-find books, so long as there's a copy of it electronically somewhere. Instead, there'll be more trade in rare editions, or pre-PoD copies, or hand-bound copies. I could see the art of hand-binding books coming back in style very big.