Self-praise? If that was what it sounded like, I meant it to mean that I try to be a nice guy.
Even if I got that wrong, I got the rest of my life right thank-you-very-much.
I have a wonderful wife, three kids, a nice house on plenty of property, a '69 Z/28 Camaro, and a good job. What more could anyone want from life?
Why do you seem to have an obsession with my spine? This is a bit...strange, shall we say? Unless you have one of those weird "fetish" things, where someone is obsessed with some random thing; although I would certainly say that is strange.
I see our resident PITA has hijacked and derailed yet another thread. So far the antics on display here haven't made me regret getting and installing the ignore script one whit.
The only saving grace (exceedingly minuscule favors) for this toxic spewage is it hasn't been about programming in Da Lounge. 'Tis devolved into a very immature stampy foot temper tantrum from our usual suspect.