….it can make the wonderful moments of life truly glorious, and it can make tragic moments bearable.
Foamy. You are not worthy - feel his squirrely wrath!
FBOFW. Is nice, yeah?
Userfriendly. Geek funny!
Dilbert. Been there, lived that.
xkcd. Romance, math, science, other hysterical topics.
Rathergood.com Tales of the Blode is a favourite. They were, after all, blissfully, blissfully, happy.
…and a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
…until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life.
Why are there so few women in IT?
I dont know. To me, IT is as natural as breathing. More so, its vital, I feel fully myself when I am immersed in programming, or training, or documenting. I am better than some, nowhere near as god as many. I have much to learn, and know some. Much like most geeks out there! But I am good what what I do.
So are many women, who quietly go about working in this industry. But we are few,comparatively. Its a very boys club atmosphere, but I feel like thats changing, as more of us enter this magic industry. Hope so, my girls and boy are al geeky types, in one way or another. I cant see why it should be any different for anyone of them - if thats what they want to do, I will be cheering them on.
I know its hard to be a working mum. I never feel like I have done enough, and I am working part time. At work, I feel guilty for not being with my kids, at home, I miss work. Thank goddess I am only part time:)
Different. We are all different, certainly not just in gender.
BUT I fail to see what the hell gender has to do with computers - mine has certainly never complained;)
… when you lose something that you love more than yourself
The loss of a child is the searing pit of pain into which you descend, and when you emerge again, you are burnt and scarred. You survive, but something inside you is always in pain. You just learnt to hide it better every day.
To one of my dearest friends, who has lost her husband, her child, her faith, her hope, everything she believed in, hang on dear one. You still have us. You still have you. We all love you, and one day, one day, we may understand. I sure as hell dont at the moment.
I offered my soul, but it wasnt enough. I’m sorry. If there was a god to bargain with, I would have. Anything to spare you this loss, anything that was mine to give would have been on offer.
We now share something else. The knowledge of a pain I never wanted you to understand, never wanted us to share. We both now are mothers who have held our loss in our arms. A sorrow I could not wish on anyone, came to one of the dearest people ever.
As to why he left, I dont know that he knows. So how can answers come? Maybe there isnt any, for now.
Be gentle on yourself, lady.
It will get better, one day. One day at a time. Time is a gift.
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