There aren't any Perlmutters in Winnipeg! There aen't any Levys or Cohens either. Well, maybe it does have those. Why not? Mazeltov, David. Oh we're commenting on Frank T Bird, that changes everything.
Fuck yeah, tovarisch. I entered the stupid fucking code your stack makes me enter to comment here just to say that.
And I did a similar thing recently with Scrum Master / Kanban exams (PSM2) staring down the barrel of a loaded PSM3 with hungry, screaming cats, and I guess a wife right behind me.
50 is the new 60, meaning its time to speed the fuck up. Salut!
You might be suited to writing....I really enjoyed your article. It spoke to me, man.
Can you make any money at writing? God-damn...who knows.
Are you able to shell out some cash to learn how to create animation and pair your writing with it? Maybe a narrated animation of that computer exam....that would be funny indeed.
Yer not even fifty, Frank. You should be more like me. Age some! Get some years as soon as possible. Whaddaya expect to happen while yer still a Ute. All right, Frank, here's the news: I get an email...an EMAIL from the publisher of Kensington Books. She read Confessions of An Honest Man and as a result I have an agent and hopefully a book deal. We're in the middle of it. Hard to believe. And everything else is landing, too. I now get fan mail! So hang on, buddy, it's only another thirty years. You can make it. Trust me. You can.
if you think it might help, please avail yourself of my "blue calculus" episodes on substack, where I teach basic calculus while mixing in a good bit of profanity...
Did the writers of MAD magazine write your exam questions?
There aren't any Perlmutters in Winnipeg! There aen't any Levys or Cohens either. Well, maybe it does have those. Why not? Mazeltov, David. Oh we're commenting on Frank T Bird, that changes everything.
Fuck yeah, tovarisch. I entered the stupid fucking code your stack makes me enter to comment here just to say that.
And I did a similar thing recently with Scrum Master / Kanban exams (PSM2) staring down the barrel of a loaded PSM3 with hungry, screaming cats, and I guess a wife right behind me.
50 is the new 60, meaning its time to speed the fuck up. Salut!
Fuck man. I totally dig. Totally.
You might be suited to writing....I really enjoyed your article. It spoke to me, man.
Can you make any money at writing? God-damn...who knows.
Are you able to shell out some cash to learn how to create animation and pair your writing with it? Maybe a narrated animation of that computer exam....that would be funny indeed.
=)
Yer not even fifty, Frank. You should be more like me. Age some! Get some years as soon as possible. Whaddaya expect to happen while yer still a Ute. All right, Frank, here's the news: I get an email...an EMAIL from the publisher of Kensington Books. She read Confessions of An Honest Man and as a result I have an agent and hopefully a book deal. We're in the middle of it. Hard to believe. And everything else is landing, too. I now get fan mail! So hang on, buddy, it's only another thirty years. You can make it. Trust me. You can.
if you think it might help, please avail yourself of my "blue calculus" episodes on substack, where I teach basic calculus while mixing in a good bit of profanity...
Congratulations, you passed! That's what counts. You must be Virgo or something.