What's the nerdiest thing about you?
Oof. Can't decide on just one, so top three:
1. I semi-regularly attach Perl scripts to Cron jobs to report diff deltas via e-mail on my Best Internet Friends' activities rather than manually check their Livejournals/MySpaces/Voxes(Vocii?).
2. I have been known to stream episodes of MST3k to friends over the Internet via VLC such that we could enjoy "together" and crack jokes over AIM in quasi-real-time.
3. I once used an advertisement for Nintendo Power from one of my DS games as a bookmark in my comicbook about the life and times of physicist Niels Bohr. Without deliberate irony.
Do you have any tattoos? If not, if you were going to get inked, what would you get?
I have none.
I am considering getting a regular expression (probably standard Perl-style), but I haven't yet decided on the most appropriate pattern (and whether or not it should be a substitution or just a match), nor where. The latter will probably stem from the graphic qualities provided by the former.
Inadequate, but considered, have been:
(@life) =~ m/art|love|truth/g;
$habits =~ s/vice/virtue/g;
s/life/art/g;
s/pain/compassion/g;
These are all too general; a tattoo should be extremely idiosyncratic, in my mind, though I suppose being tattooed with a regular expression is pretty particular in itself.
Ideally there would be at least a double-entendre; additionally, obscurity is almost as important here as content. I'd like a tattoo that only a special pair of eyes will rightly perceive.
My home is a mess, my desk a disaster. Sometimes these are the hallmarks of productivity, other times carelessness. I've been some of both this year, but mostly the latter.
Everything has been coming in pulses, not by conscious design, but suffused nonetheless with an intricate pattern. Dense events separated by solitary periods in a mentally listless orbit.
At the same time I have been physically transforming myself through discipline, through manic compulsion and inexplicable dedication, whiplash daydreams and the echo of lonely footsteps on a dead volcano.
Eyes smaller than my stomach, ambitions bigger than my time. This spaceship seats one, and it bends time accordingly.
