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In our final year of university, Glover and I went halves in a pair of wrist expander, hand-strength springy exercise thingos. The sole purpose of them was to build up our hand strength to the point that we could crush the Dean’s hand when receiving our degrees at graduation. As it turned out, someone else was handing out the degrees, and she was (a) a she; and (b) not the youngest of shes. Neither of us was man enough to crush the hand of a little old lady, so we both chickened out.

Going through some old stuff in the long, slow unpack the other day, I came across my wrist expander, hand-strength springy exercise thingo. It now lives on my desk at work, readying me for next time I meet someone new…

Credit where it’s due: campegg got me thinking about the tumblelog thing. I dislike the term, but I like the concept, as long as I can shove in the occasional rant of my own as well. So I’ve gone with the little layout reshuffle that you see now. Of course, if you’re anything like me, you probably read blogs in a feed reader, and so don’t give a rat’s arse about my “little layout reshuffle”. But the world is full of people who are nothing like me, and on balance, that’s probably a good thing.

Apologies if you’ve linked to anything here in the last couple of days. I just dicked with the permalink structure (restoring the WordPress default), so your link will have broken.

If you don’t know what your program is supposed to do, you’d better not start writing it.
Edsger W. Dijkstra