I have almost convinced myself to buy a "pack" of electronic cigarettes.
I've heard good things about them. If I could find a nicotine-free clove blend for them, I'd buy myself one. Because I MISS clove cigarettes. A lot.
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I have almost convinced myself to buy a "pack" of electronic cigarettes.
I've heard good things about them. If I could find a nicotine-free clove blend for them, I'd buy myself one. Because I MISS clove cigarettes. A lot.
My GOD. I'm having such communication problems. He just answers yes to everything, so I have to phrase my questions really carefully, or I'll go away with precisely the wrong impression.
He also has a tendency to default to saying things affirmatively, if there's any wiggle room. So he'll say "It works" even if something fails a test case, because failing the test case was actually executing a given portion of code.
It's so weird. And kind of creepy.
Taking the definition of "yes man" a bit too far?
Heh. I have a Masters in Library Science, but am pretty sure that does not make me a scientist.
I have an MS, and will now insist on being referred to as a scientist. The MS is in nonprofit management.
That makes as much sense as my JD entitling me to be addressed as "Doctor". Heh.
I've heard good things about them.
After traveling last week, quitting looked a lot more attractive.
I just want to be a Doctor of Thinkology.
I have a Masters in Library Science, but am pretty sure that does not make me a scientist.
Nor does it make you The Master. These things are confusing.
They moved comp sci into the school of engineering before I graduated, and the "real" engineers were pissed. We were absolutely not allowed to call ourselves engineers. The depth of investment was offputting.
It's not like I'd been craving the label all my life, or anything. They can keep it.
This is a hoax right? Or some sort of arcane magic? I wouldn't want one in my house. Who knows what it would do next? When you can no longer predict function by form, ANYTHING can happen.
Okay, time for stinky garlic fries. Sorry, co-workers.
ita I've seen a fan like that in the store. It actually felt nice. Maybe it was at Costco so it wasn't $499, but it was this magic circle of cool air.