A la recherche du pongs perdu/Remember it for yourself wholesale

For reasons currently unknown[1] there's a not-unpleasant miasma abroad in the office this AM. The last time I smelled anything like that, it was 1990 and I was hacking on Turbo Pascal for Windows in a third floor maisonette that overlooked Golder's Green tube depot.

Great wedges of that adventure are falling out of long-term memory unbidden. It's, um, interesting.





[1] I'm not about to engage in a Reeves&Mortimer style wander about sniffing things mission.

Use t'northern baker and get free baguette o' lard

Sithee. 'appen. Etc.

Dark side of the moon uber alles

Space Nazis!

(via andrewducker)

Have also written several hundred words that don't immediately look terrible.