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Hands On
Since I work in computers, I stumbled across an interesting and at the same time disturbing unix command. I found this command called 'touch' which allows a person to modify the date/time of a file so that is can retain some arbitrary date and not change the modified time. When you want to see how to use a command it usually has a manual page. This manual page is accessed by typing man then the command. In the case of touch you get...

     man touch

Now I'm not one to speculate on things. So I'll just throw out a couple of things and let the rest of the world decide how they want to interpret this command. Could this command imply that with the future growth in technology that this will allow for self serving endeavors on the part of the user. Maybe it's meant as a shopping command and a man to touch will be provided on your door step. The possibilities are endless. Well maybe not endless, but I really don't need some disturbing image of some pimply face guy man touching. Well time to go poke the minds eye out.

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Black Ice
I've always hated the term black ice. Ice isn't black, it's clear. The color is determined by the surface the ice is on. You don't hear people calling it green ice when it's on the grass. They only call it that when it's on a roadway or sidewalk. And why black, concrete isn't black. It's more a gray color. So why not gray ice? Or here's a thought, just freaking call it ice.

There was a reason for that lovely rant above. It's because I stepped on a patch of ice this morning getting out of my car and went sliding across the parking lot. I'm sure there are easier ways of departing from a vehicle, but I thought I would make a complete ass of myself this morning and slide out of my car. It's more fun that way. Everyone can get out and stand up and walk away from their car. It's more fun to slink out of the car like a snake would. Of course the real fun is when people are around and see you fall. That just compounds your embarrassment. Sure it's funny to laugh when someone falls, even if it's you. But it just weird because when you fall you suddenly imagine people looking at you like your a complete moron who hasn't learned to walk yet. Which in my case could be argued that I haven't really properly learned to walk. But that's not my point. Really, I don't have a point.

So I kind of scrapped my hand a little bit. Should I be putting ice on it after cleaning it out? Or would that just be too ironic to put ice on a wound created by sliding on ice in the parking lot? Some food for thought there.

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