(I wrote this a month back or so. I finished “Autisms’s False Prophets”, which was excellent. Go buy a copy for yourself.)
I’ve been reading “Autism’s False Prophets” by Paul Offit, as I’ve been recently quite interested in the anti-vaccination movement that seems to have infected Amercan culture (and elsewhere, too).
In reading random schlep on the interwebs, I’ve discovered a few new tests for idiocy. As they may be helpful to the rest of the world, I’ll share them here:
Ok. Here’s the deal.
When I was in middle school, I read the first four or five of the Sword of Truth novels. Before this, I had read Eddings (the Belgariad, Mallorean, Elenium, and Tamuli), Brooks (Shannara), Brian Jacques (the Redwall books), and a few others. But the Goodkind was a bit, well, different.
(Spoilers ahead, for both the books and TV series, so if you care, stop reading!)
First off, go buy this book. It isn’t new or anything (published in 2000), so I’m not quite sure why the local Borders was randomnly stocking four copies of it, but holy jebus am I glad I found it.
I started reading The Productive Programmer today, and I’ve already, in the first 15 pages or so (including introduction), found some interesting tidbits worth sharing.
Today’s little blog post comes in response to a guest article posted on The Daily WTF (which used to be What The Fuck, until the author became even more retarded than he usually is, and now it is The Daily Worse-Than-Failure). Feel free to read the original article before you continue on here, although there really isn’t anything specific you are going to learn from it: Guest Article: Our Dirty Little Secret – Worse Than Failure.
It’s been a (explative deleted) long time since I’ve posted here. I haven’t had a dependable internet connection in my apartment, and attending to personal obligations at work is a no-no, so my blog has gotten the shaft. I’m sorry, blog, it’s not that I don’t love you; I’ve just been busy, you know. No, I haven’t been posting to that other blog. I just read a few others. Oh, come on, you told me I could look at whatever blog I wanted to, as long as I didn’t touch. You are still my one, true blog. I promise.
Christmas was good to me this year. TGI books, books, and more books. Oh, and some sake from my father and Jack from my brother.