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Doors of awkwardness

March 10th, 2008 · No Comments

One thing I always found worthy of a Doctorate thesis was those awkward moments when you hold a door for someone at the office. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a true gentleman (just look at my extremely British login name), I do hold doors for (almost) everyone but I feel I must start a discussion on this subject.

Ever noticed that there is always this awkward moment in time where the person you are holding the door for is just a little bit too far away and you consider to yourself (in a single though) whether to let go or continue to hold it a little longer? How do you make that decision?

I usually think of it in attraction and/or degrees of likeness to the person in question: If it’s a girl, it depends if she’s cute or not; if it’s a guy, do I actually talk to this guy at all? Is he a prick? Should I just slam the door on his face?

What are your thoughts on this?

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how to make other people think you’re a retard (in public) #1

February 26th, 2008 · No Comments

if that doesn’t help

  • roll over the floor

if that doesn’t help

  • try a combination of the first 2

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story of the day

February 22nd, 2008 · No Comments

Reality is bigger than all of us,

he said,

but it still gets a lot smaller right before I go in to work.

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peaks

February 19th, 2008 · No Comments

looking at / trying to understand graphs visualizing load distribution on different databases makes me feel dizzy and somehow lost. they look nice though. at least someone must be working, i have the impression. reason for this seems to be that the peaks are usually to be noticed during eu-standard working hours, 9 to five that is, who are these people? are the paid? properly? hard to imagine but wünschenswert after all. i’m writing wünschenswert because i do not know the english word for that. it means worth wishing. literally.

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