Don’t miss not seeing this awesome sight – a Ninja Parade!
On a related note, I considered being a Ninja for Halloween this year. Don’t know if I’ll be able to find adequate supplies of throwing stars and katanas, but piano wire should work in a pinch. Then again, the opposite extreme calls to me as well…
As I walk into the playroom, I hear this exchange:
Tessa: Chicken Ice Cream.
Selah: hehehehehe, chicken ice cream
Tessa: You like Chicken Ice Cream?
This from the girl who won’t eat anything except chicken nuggets, french fries, peanut butter, or ice cream. Not sure why Selah was laughing either, but it cracked me up.
I guess you had to be there…
A friend and I were standing around the grill, watching the burgers cook. You know, if you don’t watch them they don’t get done. 
Another friend walks up and comes up with this immensely clever line:
“How many programmers does it take to grill hamburgers?”. (I should mention said friend is a salesman.
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My first reaction is to offer a mocking half-laugh at this ‘joke’ (though admittedly, most of my jokes are worse). However, the programmer in me can’t resist the challenge of providing a technically correct answer.
“1”… Even though there are clearly two of us standing there.
From the salesman I receive a confused look and a “Huh?”. Moments later, my programmer friend starts laughing.
The salesman asks “What, is that some inside joke or something?”
The griller explains. “Let’s say you have an array of 10 numbers. You would expect them to be numbered 1 through 10. But the computer will number them 0 through 9 instead.”
I’m not sure if the next look from my salesman friend was more confusion, disgust, or some potent mixture of both.
Step 1: make sure you have an audience. Learn from the master – watch this:
I suppose now is a good time to note: that’s not my kid, just a hilarious video Sara found online.
If you ever thing you’re a little bit strange, remember there’s someone else out there just as weird.
I could philosophize about how this indicates a mind suited for math, or how our excellence at pattern recognition can explain why some of us feel this type of compulsion – but I won’t. :P Enjoy the comic!
