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Just a short one about some weirdness that has happened in an incredibly compressed timeframe. But short because I'm pumped.
You see, I've been hacking cookies.
I've got the makings of a good, web-based site login procedure going. What's more, it was fun. I have to code more. It's like a disease; it's not as hard as I make it out to be. I can actually do this. Experience fear in my wake.
Best thing about the weekend? I found out that Gurugrrl actually likes me for me, no matter what I may be.
Worst thing about the weekend? The way I had to find it out.
While sitting with IRC in the background, with my favorite editor open, scribbling lines of php into it frantically and fixing various broken things:
Whatever.
I guess I'm being a Heartless Bastard�, and whatever transpires, I'm the heavy. But you know, I just can't say that I can go there right now.
So I put on a jacket and head out into the pre-dawn air to drag the garbage can to the road. As I am headed up the driveway, I start to approach my grandparents' house, and I get closer to their house, I realize there is something orange in the driveway. What's more remarkable is that I can see it, since that's the only detail on the whole driveway I can make out.
When I get up to the point of origin, I realize that it's a piece of wood half burned down, that still has very hot coals in it.
Yes, laying in the driveway.
I look around for signs of debris from lightning, because surely my grandparents aren't goofy enough to take a burning log out of the fireplace and dump it in a gravel driveway with lots of dry leaves and grass and wind to fuel these coals.
Apparently they are.
I just left it there.
I know there's a joke that people shrink as they get older. Do their brains shrivel up, too?
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