It occurs to me that re-introducing myself to Ruby on Rails (new shiny 2.0.2) after ~2 years in Siberia (VBScript, for $deity’s sake) and digging back into the legacy trenches of ColdFusion (in the past 2 months) might not be the smartest thing I’ve ever done. In fact, it’s downright stupid to taunt my inner developer, starved of grace and beauty for lo these many years. Like pouring out a glass of water in front of a man dying of thirst.
Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
(Which is a roundabout way of saying I’m loving every goddamn minute, poking things with sticks and regaining my Ruby-legs (I was sad that I couldn’t work in the glorious pun “sea-legs” until I realized that meant I’d actually be dealing with C. (shudder)(When you think about it, I’m practically writing Lisp, as it is))
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