For some reason, I let Sarah write this week’s blog entry. I’m sure this is a bad idea, but here we go… Sarah, tell everyone about my life!
So anyway, after a few hours of frenzied programming, which I thought went relatively well considering our combined cluelessness, we turned it in and began making bad puns, z.B.:
(z.B. is German. If you can figure out what it means, Sarah will give you a candy bar. If you’re allergic to peanuts, too bad, it has peanuts in it.)
… and a few others… mainly though, is the way I make fun of Nelson for being an idiosyncratic Quaker, however the only aspect I can readily recall is his Pyromaniac tendencies. “Pyro Quaker” one says coloquially. There are several others; they come up from time to time and I always berate him to no end, but somehow, as soon as they are out of my mouth, they dissolve into… nothingness… as all good insults should…
Oh my god, it is so late and that neither makes sense nor is particularly enteraining or funny. I suppose I am not an experienced blogger, and will have to redeem myself later.
((which means I am coming back…))
(((and I KNOW where you live…)))
—Oh my god, that was Sarah’s entry. What have I done? I’ve created a monster!