Because I’m An Old Fart…

Ah, lunchtime at the workshop, with a wireless connection in the meeting room. Time for another installment of LJ as a memory crutch. The following are some interesting references I’ve learned about at the workshop, which I’m writing down because I’m afflicted with CRS (“Can’t Remember Shit”):

We now return you to your regularly scheduled content. Nothing to see here. Move on.

P.S. And it doesn’t bother me at all that ellipticcurve got moved to an executive suite after finding bedbugs in her 3rd floor room. My room is just fine, and I haven’t had to deal with the after effect of bites!