My evening? I chatted to a few friends in America, and founds their new year’s eve was on par with mine; I missed the actual Irish new year because I watched a talk from a pair of PHD students who hacked Cisco phones; I tracked down glorious – chapter-by-chapter – spoilers for the final Wheel […]
Just like how North Korea is the best Korea, the best pun is a visual pun.
No comment. None. Zip.
They just came up in a conversation.
All in one place, for my convenience.
As of now, the blog is seven years old and has one thousand, three hundred and thirty-three posts. Zero broken links found. Or maybe I’m just narcissistic and never link anywhere?
The cycle continues! Poor Oisin.
Not much, but by its very definition, anything at all is infinitely more than zero.