The coffee came in a silver-colored pot with a rustic mug for decanting into and drinking from. The milk steamed in a jug. Jack lifted coffee in his right hand and milk in the left, pouring both simultaneously into red stoneware. The rich, brown scent, mellowed by dairy sweetness, rose on coils of steam. The first sip floated him on a bubble of well-being. He closed his eyes and sighed, hands caged loosely around his cup.
sigh ... my coffee experience is never quite like this .... (from "The White City" by Elizabeth Bear)
my coffee experience is never quite like this
I don't have a silver pot. But the bubble of well-being is spot on.
I've decided that I'm finally going to release my book 'Cog'. I feel like if I keep waiting for the right time, then I'll never release it.
Gudanov, yes, JavaScript, which is evidently notoriously picky about event listeners and closures -- I feel like I accidentally walked into a land war in Asia that I didn't know was there.
BUT, I found an understandable explanation and example on the web, and triumphed in getting my program in line with it, and the icon-switching that I wanted (where you have buttons to click the pictures of, and the JS adds the onclick function to do it) works like whoa.
I feel like I should stand up in front of a temple and proclaim "TODAY I AM A PROGRAMMER."
In other news, Muppet is hanging in there without any evident distress and my bridge still hurts, but at least I got this one thing working for me....
Gud, I support you in that. There's never a precisely right time. Release the book!
I am not even thinking about the possibility that Trump might win because it is unthinkable.
Kasich is gone now, too.
That's been true for a long time.
There was still some hope of back room shenanigans at the Republican Convention up until yesterday, but Cruz abandoning his holy crusade pretty much ensured Trump as the Republican nominee unless there's an outright revolution.
