Why? Because Mert has joined les grand Dorks.
Okay, this is not an actual photo of Mert, but I couldn't resist it.
Mert is the kind of Dork that KNOWS things. Dark, arcane things like CODE and java stuff, and yeah, that other stuff that CRSE and I sort of mumble and look away when people blog about.
If you are feeling blue that you weren't invited, BREATHE! (ha ha)
Then drop us an Email at the Gmail. That's what it's for, baby!
Mount Dorkus?
Dorkadia?
I dunno, but I think the Slack is there with Conan.
Why do I think that Casual Slack belongs in our Dork Pantheon of Gods?
Because people send her sites like THIS.
Ok Ive kind of dropped the ball on this because i dont have a decent photoshop program. I was feeling a bit guilty? Until i ran across Our own dork jill here. This is beyond description. Just go there and thank me later.
It was my first grown-up having another couple over for dinner type evening. I had tons of fresh spinach, and decided to make a cream of spinach soup as the first course. The time to puree the hot spinach came, and it went flawlessly, but it was a little runny--I decided I'd use my mom's gravy trick, and thicken it up with a little flour. I knew that the best way to get the lumps out was to shake up a little of your hot stuff with the flour in a tupperware container.
Hmmm, shake shake shake.
fwomp!
The molten hot green puree, mixed with the self-rising flour, had exploded all over me and my formerly clean kitchen. It was one of those Lucy moments. You know the ones, where you take your glasses off and have two white spots in the green face, and just stare at the green dripping from the light fixture. sigh. We went out to mexican.
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