If I ever have any children, they are definitely going to be submitted to...the Birth Day Skeleton.

I predict that the watches will not be received well as Birthday presents.

Those early prototype stats weren't very practical.

If I ever have any children, they are definitely going to be submitted to...the Birth Day Skeleton.

you should also tell them this story

Bonus Stupid:

This one is for Smeggy!

You forgot

and the Trogdor come in the NIIIIIIGHT!!!

12 Events That Will Change Everything, Made Interactive: Scientific American

the intro has sound.

Interesting choice for the condition, I might have gone with '(!life)', myself.

And now I want a cupcake.

I had awesome birthday cupcakes yesterday!

thin mint cupcake - chocolate frosting with green cake with mint filling topped off with a thin mint

apple caramel cupcake - cream frosting with caramel drizzed on top with an apple filling

October, 1918: Trapped behind enemy lines in Charlevaux, France, and surrounded by hundreds of German troops, the few hundred surviving members of the Lost Battalion soon had another problem to deal with in the form of friendly fire. His men rapidly succumbing to the onslaught and with two birds already shot down, Major Charles Whittlesay dispatched a frantic message by way of their last surviving homing pigeon, 'Cher Ami':

WE ARE ALONG THE ROAD PARALELL 276.4. OUR ARTILLERY IS DROPPING A BARRAGE DIRECTLY ON US. FOR HEAVENS SAKE STOP IT.

When the pigeon miraculously arrived at the division headquarters 25 miles away he had been shot in the leg, breast and eye, and thanks to his efforts 194 members of the battalion were subsequently rescued. Cher Ami died from his injuries six months later, but not before being awarded the croix de guerre for heroic service.

Letters of Note: FOR HEAVENS SAKE STOP IT

The code for the methods is what I'm interested in. And I'd totally put a try-catch in there too.

Awesome.

And I'd totally put a try-catch in there too.

Especially awesome.

Letters of Note: FOR HEAVENS SAKE STOP IT

Oh, that's so awesome -- they gave him a little pigeon peg-leg and then -- after he died -- had a taxidermist mount and stuff him. Or "...stuff and mount him". I'm never sure of the order of these things.

Yeezh.