1/21/2010

Dysfunctional Family

Father is here. So much for the safety distance of 8 000 km from my dysfunctional family.

Did I mention that my father works within computer science? Well, naturally he had opinions about the courses I'm taking, they are not thorough enough, the literature is out of date, the programming language course teaches improper use of typecasts. And yeah, I should start doing something meaningful and innovative, because when I turn 26 it will be too late. OK, it's cool that the guy in the office next to his got the Turing award, but let me play around in Scratch and be happy, at least I didn't have to start my career programming on punched cards.

He has strong opinions about a lot of other things too. Don't microwave food. Don't drink milk. Don't drink anything else for that matter. And he was charmed by my beautiful roommates with perfect skin and well-combed hair and asked how it was that I had sprawling hair and bags under my eyes. No one can pep talk quite like my parents.

Well. If I ever find a person who wants to mate with me, despite my bad skin and tangled hair, I'll make sure to teach my children the proper use of typecasts during our daily dinner conversations.

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