Firehose

At the lights. We lock eyes. Him in orange car of yesteryear and me on unicycle. He revs. We turn attention to the road. Drag race.

The lights change. We go.

I gun it. He takes off slow. Gives me a brief chance.

He throws a hand out the window to wave farewell and speeds into the darkness.

I don’t trust the validity of academic papers not written in serifed type, and I certainly don’t trust certifications lacking blackletter.

Next time I write display: absolute, just kill me.

I always listen to Lou Reed’s Metal Machine Music when coding so I can hear how computers think.

I saw this place when I was in Malaysia.

All I could think of were weblogs. It overwhelmed my thoughts and consumed my mind each time I saw it. I’m too far gone.

Cool blog, dude.

I’d like to thank my superannuation fund for sending me an email full of images which all have the alt text ‘alt_text’.

Fun fact: If you write proper semantic code and don’t abstract everything with bloated frameworks, you don’t have to spend as much time faffing around with ARIA.