Me think, “What is friend?”
This 18-second Twitter video shows what you get when you mix a cookie monster with a Siberian Husky.
Just when Margaret thought Frank was going to say something else ...
One tin soldier. :)
Some day I might write a book called, Random Conversations with Strangers While Aimlessly Wandering Around, and it will include stories like this:
Many years ago I walked into a favorite bakery in Alaska. Nobody was there, no customers or employees, so I took a few minutes to look over the cookies and donuts to decide what I wanted.
Finally a young woman came out of the back room. I knew from previous donut/cookie runs that she was born in Ohio, moved here about five years ago, was nineteen years old, and would be twenty in a few months. As she brought out a tray of something new, she said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”
I replied it was no problem, it gave me a chance to think about what I wanted. We chatted for another minute or two and then she looked around and said, “Can I be honest with you?”
One of my nieces got me this “Straight Outta Cookies” Cookie Monster t-shirt for Christmas last year. For a guy like me who once got paid in cookies to build a website, it’s a great gift. :)
Some people look at life as a science or engineering puzzle that has to be solved.
Others see the Tao in life, go with the flow, and find peace and harmony.
Me, I’m just here for the cookies.
This is a page from my book, Functional Programming, Simplified
To help explain pure functions, I’d like to share a little story ...
Once upon a time I was a freshman in college, and my girlfriend’s grandmother sent her a tin full of cookies. I don’t remember if there were different kinds of cookies in the package or not — all I remember is the chocolate chip cookies. Whatever her grandmother did to make those cookies, the dough was somehow more white than any other chocolate chip cookie I had ever seen before. They also tasted terrific, and I ate most of them.
One of the crazy things about having super-realistic lucid dreams goes like this:
Three times this morning I woke up, had a couple of cookies, made some coffee, and started doing things, only to realize each time that I was still asleep.
(The good news is that I had a lot of cookies, with no calories.)
Doctor: Do you know why your triglycerides are high?
Me: The election?
Me: David Bowie’s death?
Me: *sigh* The cookies?