Does Not Compute
"Hey Tim," I said. "Do you think I should color my hair again?"
The red stripes have faded, and while I realize that everyone and their mother now have colorful stripes in their hair, I kind of like the red haze that hangs in front of my eyes. I might just want to do it again, but I thought I'd see what Tim had to say.
"Well, sure. If you want to," he replied.
I realized, within the span of a few moments, that I had asked the wrong question. What I wanted to know was if he liked the color in my hair. Clearly, he didn't get that. And I can't fault him for it. I really didn't ask that question. I just thought he'd figure it out.
But this is Tim we're talking about. He is not only male, but Tim. Clueless, scattered, absent-minded Tim. The man who can solve a differential equation with ease but can't quite manage to remember to each lunch. And those kids of ours? He can't remember names anymore; they are just numbers. (Just kidding, but if we had any more, he might get to this point quickly.)
I won't belabor the point. But our little conversation, or lack thereof, has given me the reminder to converse properly with my mate. I must make sure the input is in proper order for him to compute and put forth the expected output.
The red stripes have faded, and while I realize that everyone and their mother now have colorful stripes in their hair, I kind of like the red haze that hangs in front of my eyes. I might just want to do it again, but I thought I'd see what Tim had to say.
"Well, sure. If you want to," he replied.
I realized, within the span of a few moments, that I had asked the wrong question. What I wanted to know was if he liked the color in my hair. Clearly, he didn't get that. And I can't fault him for it. I really didn't ask that question. I just thought he'd figure it out.
But this is Tim we're talking about. He is not only male, but Tim. Clueless, scattered, absent-minded Tim. The man who can solve a differential equation with ease but can't quite manage to remember to each lunch. And those kids of ours? He can't remember names anymore; they are just numbers. (Just kidding, but if we had any more, he might get to this point quickly.)
I won't belabor the point. But our little conversation, or lack thereof, has given me the reminder to converse properly with my mate. I must make sure the input is in proper order for him to compute and put forth the expected output.
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