The heat, the other and the pens

The heat was palpable in sunny Singapore for the past few days. Waves of scorching air rose off the asphalt. The bright yellow orb in the sky was indifferent to the mere humans living on the tiny island. With nary a cloud to shield the solar rays happily streaming down, nor an itinerant breeze to eddy ground level air, people were dropping like flies. Freak rain showers also left people sick, the weak unable to hold their own against the rapidly changing temperature.

Me? I’m hot! (double entendre intentional) The days were sweaty and the nights were sweltering. The small industrious electric fan at home did a great job at providing much needed relief, though there’s much to be desired. Because I have a high metabolic rate, and I generate enough heat energy to single-handedly power an entire apartment block. What those Matrix machines wouldn’t do to get their metallic hands on me…

What with the recent energy saving measures in the office, even my cubicle didn’t offer the cooling comfort sorely missing at home. I was drooping at work while the others were just moderately suffering in discomfort. Actually, my colleagues were only just a tad bothered by the mild increase in the thermometer readings…

The whole point of this monologue is that my brain’s fried. I can barely get my head around the programming work, let alone come up with a thought provoking article. Yes, I find writing harder than programming. Sometimes.

So I’ll leave you with a few discoveries of mine. And I discovered that I’m not the first one to coin the term “polymath programmer”. *sad* Refer to this Ruby forum article by Michael Letterle, the other polymath programmer (his site listed in the article is his old site). Yay, a fellow C# programmer! Alas, I’m not familiar with both manifestations of Ruby as a precious stone and a programming language…

I also found Brent Diggs, author of the witty and stomach-holding-hilarious site The Ominous Comma. I’m still laughing over his description of hectoplasmThanks Ben!

My final discovery is Men with Pens. Now I have every respect for James and Harrison, so I hope they’ll forgive me. When I first read their site name, my first impression was that there’s a missing “i” between “n” and “s”. Allow me to explain this unexpected association with the male genitalia…

When I was younger, my friend told me this joke about a teacher in a class full of students.

The pen was rolling off the teacher’s table.
“Sir, sir, your pen is dropping!” a student exclaimed.
“What? My penis dropping?”

You’ll have to excuse the crudity of the language… and the pronunciation. Non-native English speakers sometimes just pronounce words as they are, familiar syllable by familiar syllable… To make it up to James and Harrison, please go read about the exciting new world of niebu.

  1. Vincent Tan

    BrentD – Dearest Omi, I prefer gold ingots actually. Or sighing virgins. Preferably gorgeous ones (the virgins, though ingots work for me too). 🙂

    James – Well, please continue brandishing your, uh, pens then. Oh man, there it is again…

  2. Harrison McLeod

    *winces* James, James, James…you’re unbelievable.

    It’s true though, if you looked twice and you remember who we are and what we do, our brand has done it’s job.

  3. Vincent Tan

    Hi Harrison, if James doesn’t make you wince now and then, he wouldn’t be James now, would he?

    I love your writings, and I looked more than two times. Keep writing!

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