I'm in mid-production of a project and am surrounded by Programmers. I told Evil Flash Programmer that he may as well be conversing in Greek for all that I can understand what he's talking about (action scripts and blah, blah, blah...) and he suggested that, if that's the case, then maybe I should learn Greek (GIANT SIGH as the sarcasm slowly eats away at what's left of my youth, while I finish it off with the pretend healthy Cheeto's I co-opted from the kitchen).

My tendency in techno-centric meetings is to take a mental vacation (remember the name of the guy I dated for a month six years ago...oh wait, that was in jury duty....so many opportunities to space out!) while the Programmers have their pow-wow and, for all I know, could very well be discussing my bra size (32B). When they're done, my tendency is to grab one and cry, "English, please!" I'm starting to understand the sworn "code" (no pun intended) of Programmers which includes, first and foremost, "Thou shalt NOT reveal the true duration of time necessary to complete a task..." For all I know, they could be playing games for 10 hours and add one line of code at midnight.

Regardless of my complaints, they're actually a very gentle breed of people who simply seem to enjoy contributing to the inception of my long overdue drinking problem...and for the sake of my own spiritual growth and sanity I'm sending nothing but love their way (take that Evil Flash Programmer!).

Just for today, I can love programmers.