THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Friday, September 28, 2007

Mr. Bihari tastes my patience...

Mr. B: Sir, lets 'taste'!
S: Huh?
Mr. B: 'taaaste', Sir.
S: *(with neither time nor inclination to think/comprehend)* Later.

1 hour later
Mr. B: Ready for 'tasting', Sir?
S: Later.
Mr. B: Can we do it after lunch?
S: Taste after lunch? What? Why?
Mr. B: Sir, you'd mentioned that you are going to have stuff for us to 'taste'.
S: *puzzled* Me? When?
Mr. B: In one of your emails yesterday....
Mr. B: ...the new Kalman filter algorithm that you wrote.
S: Aaaah, sure... now i remember (read understand). Let's begin TESTING. In a minute.