My Wife Will Be Proud of Me
I just refrained from making a joke because it was too obscure. Progress, right, hon? 🙂
The Front Porch Test
Everyone knows that one of the most important things a software project is a good name, but coming up with a good name is not easy. To help with the process, we apply what my boss, Mitch, refers to as the front porch test, which is actually a rule of thumb from the pet world. It goes like this:
When picking a name for a dog, imagine yourself standing on the front porch yelling the dog’s name out into the neighborhood. If you think you’d feel like an idiot yelling that name, then choose something else.
Replace “dog” with “program” and you should get the idea.
Tag, Title and Tax
As some of you who read this are probably aware, Angela and I bought a minivan last month. That means, of course, the my transition from coolness (weak as it was) to “boring” old man is now complete, and I don’t mind it a bit. I love driving that thing.
At any rate, I went to the tag agency finally to transfer the title into our name, which means, of course, we have to pay excise tax on the vehicle. I put it off as long as I could, because I knew they were really going to let us have it. That is what governments do, of course: tax and stifle. Much to my chagrin, I was not disappointed. The hammer dropped to the tune of $749.50. When writing the check, in the memo field I almost put “Excess Tax” (instead of “Excise Tax”), but, in the end, I sucked it up and said nothing like a boring old man. 😉
That Proverbial Ointment
Of the simple things, there are few things in life nicer than ice cold tea. Likewise, of those simple things, there are few things in life worse than hefting a nice glass of ice cold tea to your lips, tipping the cup, then, as that sweet brewed nectar flows gently into your mouth, you notice a gnat has ended his short existence in your tea.
Fan Flicks
Here are a couple of fan flicks from Firefox Flicks supporting what should be everyone’s default web browser:
Good times.
Time of the Gaps
Evolution is a pretty hot topic. Pretty much every atheist believes it, as do some Christians. Stories like this one only bolster the arguments for evolution being real (or do they?) At any rate, I’ve always been a bit annoyed by the evolutionist’s attack on creationism by claiming the we fall victim to the God of the Gaps fallacy. As people smarter than I have pointed out, evolutionists do this to. Many if not most evolutionists have made up their minds that it actually happened (that is, all life arose from a single organism through a means of natural selection, i.e., macro-evolution. Micro-evolution is demonstrable fact), and refuse to entertain the idea that they may be wrong. Their argument appears to me to be something like, “I know this is true because we’ve decided it is. The evidence we need is out there somewhere. We just need more time to find the evidence.” I think I’ll call that the Time of the Gaps fallacy.
With that in mind, since evolutionists get a pass on it, I’m going to apply it to creationism: I know God created the world because the Bible (which is demonstrably reliable in areas for which is intended,i.e., not biology class) tells me so. I don’t think evolution was the way he did it, and I can’t give you a good answer for the rock you hold in your hand, but someday I will. And, who knows? Maybe when I die, I’ll find out that God did in fact use evolution as the means of creation. Either way, I just need more time.
Jesus and the Democrat
A little political/religious joke. Enjoy! 🙂
A Republican in a wheelchair entered a restaurant one afternoon and asked the waitress for a cup of coffee. The Republican looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus sitting over there?"
The waitress nodded "yes," so the Republican requested that she give Jesus a cup of coffee on him.
The next patron to come in was a Libertarian with a hunched back. He shuffled over to a booth, painfully sat down, and asked the waitress for a cup of hot tea. He also glanced across the restaurant and asked, "Is that Jesus over there?"
The waitress nodded, so the Libertarian asked her to give Jesus a cup of hot tea, "My treat."
The third patron to come into the restaurant was a Democrat on crutches. He hobbled over to a booth, sat down and hollered, "Hey there, honey! How’s about gettin’ me a cold glass of Miller Light!" He, too, looked across the restaurant and asked, "Is that God’s boy over there?"
The waitress once more nodded, so the Democrat directed her to give Jesus a cold glass of beer. "On my bill," he said.
As Jesus got up to leave, he passed by the Republican, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Republican felt the strength come back into his legs, got up, and danced a jig out the door.
Jesus also passed by the Libertarian, touched him and said, "For your kindness, you are healed." The Libertarian felt his back straightening up, and he raised his hands, praised the Lord and did a series of back flips out the door.
Then Jesus walked towards the Democrat. The Democrat jumped up and yelled, "Don’t touch me! I’m collecting disability!"