See the humble banana.
Bright yellow, with a bit of green at the tip.
As a kid, I would put the sticker on my forehead
And wear it there all day.
I am an adult now;
I must put up my childish ways.
My sticker will go with the peel.
But a banana
Handy fruit in a carrying case
Is good for a mid-morning snack.
In this case, it’s a shiny new pair of shoes to replace the beat up pair that has suffered catastrophic loss of sole integrity just in time for the rainy season.
I’m going to do my best not to trash the aglets on this pair.
Yes, I’m aware that I get stupidly happy about strange things.
Today, I turned:
100000 (in binary)
200 (in base 4)
40 (in octal)
But only 20 in hexadecimal.
Or, in regular numbers normal people use, today I turned 32.
I’ll have more to say when I’m not typing the post on the phone.
I aren’t dead.
Seriously, Baycon got extraordinarily busy from Saturday afternoon on, and then I had to make a sudden and sharp return to reality from the alternate dimension I had been inhabiting all weekend. Then work has been extraordinarily busy as well this week, and what time I haven’t been at work, I’ve been sleeping. Add to this the news from CA last Tuesday and the fact that if I fail to take one specific pill I’m supposed to take, I spend the next day in an absolutely foul mood (and unable to concentrate to boot), I wasn’t exactly coherent enough to make much sense.
I’m just starting to get my equilibrium back to the point where I can converse like a reasonable human being as opposed to an ogre, and so I’ll begin typing up some of my impressions of last weekend. I’ve got a bit to say. So stay tuned, folks.