Late night snack

It was like going through a vortex in The Twilight Zone. Or that Wizard of Oz scene, with Dorothy looking out the window and random shit flying past her house in the tornado. Except in a car, and colored.

Coming back from work today, I saw two of my high school friends along the side walk. When I moved into the district four years ago, they were the first few that I met. Immediately, I reacted by picking up my cell. But I hesitated-- what will I say? Was I ever really friends with these people? Or was it just a school thing? Am I intruding?

Maybe it was more like that Simpsons episode. The scene that starts with Homer playing poker at Larry's house. One of the players insults Homer, calling him slow. The camera then pans to Homer's forehead-- "Ok, ok. An insult was just made. What-do-we-do? What-do-we-do? Just act cool. Yea, act cool."
Moments later, we see Homer again, sitting in front of a cleaned table. The lights are out. Larry, in his nightgown, going for a midnight snack, appears and says, "Still here Homer? Man, you are slow..."

I gotta call some people now.

Hello World!

"There is a tradition that whenever you learn a new programming language, the first program that you write and run is the 'Hello World' program - all it does is just say 'Hello World' when you run it. As Simon Cozens (the author of the brilliant 'Beginning Perl' book) says, it is the traditional incantation to the programming gods to help you learn the language better."--Byte of Python:First Steps

print "hello world"

-- the first line of python I had ever written. With pride flowing through my veins, I proceeded to execute the program to please the gods:

james@Eddie:~$ python helloworld.py
python: can't open file 'helloworld.py': [Errno 2] No such file or directory
programming god: PWNED NOOB