~ Sting & Police
I totally cracked up when I saw this on one of the many blogs to which I subscribe via my Google reader. It's a hilarious site calling out sappy givers of TMI on FB. Click here -> Stfu Marrieds.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
You know you know me know you
So that makes no sense and I don't really care cuz that's kinda what I'm going for.
As high school gals, my (then) best bud and I had diaries (or journals as we called them just so we'd sound more mature) into which we always poured our deepest thoughts. We also had younger brothers who made the secrecy of the contents of these journals impossible. Is the term nosy younger brother redundant? I think so. So we devised a means of hiding our journal entries in plain sight - via a code/cipher. Well, she had hers and I had mine. While, in light of today's methods of encryption, ours were below rudimentary, they served our needs quite well. Mine worked soo well, in fact, that you'd practically need a degree to encode and decode my entries. My bud's cipher, while not as strong as mine, was probably better suited to satisfying our two immediate needs. 1, keeping our brothers away and 2, enabling us to encode and decode on the fly , and without degrees. It made no sense to anyone but the two of us. We both decided to use her cipher and 13 years later, I still use it. I have to admit that I never totally discarded my cipher. I still use it for my super secret entries - all in fear that someone might decipher my friends cipher. In the event that happens, however, hopefully, my super secret thoughts will remain protected.
For years now I've thought of automating the encoding process. Creating a program which would eat up plain text and spit out text encoded by my friend's cipher. And alternately eat up encoded text and spit out plain text. I've thought about it for a while now but something always seemed to come up and distract me. Well, on Friday, I finally did it. It was pretty exciting as it took me back to high school and brought back memories of my bud. We've been out of touch for a while now... And while it was the easiest program I've written - save for the infamous 'Hello World' code- I guess nostalgia made it's coming to fruition so satisfying. Ah, It's the little things...
As high school gals, my (then) best bud and I had diaries (or journals as we called them just so we'd sound more mature) into which we always poured our deepest thoughts. We also had younger brothers who made the secrecy of the contents of these journals impossible. Is the term nosy younger brother redundant? I think so. So we devised a means of hiding our journal entries in plain sight - via a code/cipher. Well, she had hers and I had mine. While, in light of today's methods of encryption, ours were below rudimentary, they served our needs quite well. Mine worked soo well, in fact, that you'd practically need a degree to encode and decode my entries. My bud's cipher, while not as strong as mine, was probably better suited to satisfying our two immediate needs. 1, keeping our brothers away and 2, enabling us to encode and decode on the fly , and without degrees. It made no sense to anyone but the two of us. We both decided to use her cipher and 13 years later, I still use it. I have to admit that I never totally discarded my cipher. I still use it for my super secret entries - all in fear that someone might decipher my friends cipher. In the event that happens, however, hopefully, my super secret thoughts will remain protected.
For years now I've thought of automating the encoding process. Creating a program which would eat up plain text and spit out text encoded by my friend's cipher. And alternately eat up encoded text and spit out plain text. I've thought about it for a while now but something always seemed to come up and distract me. Well, on Friday, I finally did it. It was pretty exciting as it took me back to high school and brought back memories of my bud. We've been out of touch for a while now... And while it was the easiest program I've written - save for the infamous 'Hello World' code- I guess nostalgia made it's coming to fruition so satisfying. Ah, It's the little things...
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