i would have stopped the lecture on quantum treemaps and bubblemaps as soon as i found out i was in the wrong auditorium, but those technical maths students seemed to be much more interested in the topic than my own usually are.

an algorithm only exists in the memories of those computers that believe in it.

if you attach some english sixteenth century dramatists to a skyscraper for an indefinite length of time -- or, alternatively, attach an infinite number of english sixteenth century dramatists to a skyscraper for some length of time -- they will eventually come up with the complete works of king kong.

and then i found his baby clothes. that tiny shirt he wore in the first weeks, before he would have actually been due, had a super tiny breast pocket. i pushed one finger in, to the second joint. barely managed to squeeze a second finger in.
"what did you keep in there?"

"small bic lighter. big one wouldn't have fit."

"tiny rucksack."

i understand your excitement about all that naked skin; however, i'm not inclined to share your sexual arousal as long as you keep refering to it as "fucking amazing shit".

yes, i do eat things that have a face. i particularly like crisp, juicy eyes.

your right hemisphere isn't particularly ingenious, it's just over-compensating the deficiencies of your left one.

while in the paper on the sensibleness of using peer-to-peer middleware in the implementation of an e-shopping system, there didn't seem to be many brilliant ideas in the first place, after removing all the fashionable buzzwords the brilliant ideas turned out to be almost the exact opposite of many.