I put two spaces after a period, because that's how I learned to type and I don't feel like unlearning it. All the math stuff I type is in LaTeX, though, so it doesn't matter how many spaces I put in.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Things I hate about winter: having to blow-dry my hair so that I won't freeze while it air dries.
I don't know if I could stop putting two spaces after a period. I've been typing this way for over 20 years. Isn't that the reason that we haven't changed the keyboard setup? It's too hard to reteach people how to type! :)
All the math stuff I type is in LaTeX, though, so it doesn't matter how many spaces I put in.
I use LaTex in my job all the time. I have dreamed about LaTex. Those were not happy dreams.
I use LaTex in my job all the time. I have dreamed about LaTex. Those were not happy dreams.
This caused me to remember my EDLIN nightmares.
And then there was the guy who "recreated" our document styles in LaTeX, rather than just sending us a Word file or PDF. Good times, good times.
Ages ago, when word processing was still new, after I'd saved a file and done a print-out for review, the guy reviewing it did a CUT AND PASTE-UP of the print-out. So I had to go in and rekey the whole thing all over again. (of course, he didn't understand why I was a bit, shall we say, short with him)
The next person to point me to a news story, and then show me how much more sensitive he is by writing "Where's the outrage?" is going to meet my new Louisville Slugger, Outrage. I'm just saying.(and it's always the same guy, too,the kind of old libertine that wants to show how he "loves all women" by looking meaningfully at my tits.) Because there's just so much *crap* every day that I have to act intellectual about some of it, or I'd be prowling around here like Alanis on Heisenberg's finest(more than I do, that is)
The next person to point me to a news story, and then show me how much more sensitive he is by writing "Where's the outrage?" is going to meet my new Louisville Slugger, Outrage.
Right on. I always want to ask "How do you know there isn't outrage?" But what he means is, why haven't the Jacobins risen up and stormed the bastions of whatever outrage-inducing person/event/thing it is that day. Just because his FB feed isn't filled with people screaming about it doesn't mean people don't give a shit. Perhaps it's just that they think gnashing their virtual teeth about it on FB isn't really meaningful change.
I always get a feeling of "How dare you not be outraged at what I'm outraged at (even if it's faux outrage)! What do you mean you spent your outrage on something that outraged you that I didn't know about! How can you not have infinite outrage!"