Left at Physics after staying after school to build a doomed bridge of polar sticks

Acting in new ways leads to new ways of thinking. But that's besides the point, the point is that I'm a mimic. Not a conformist, since people usually see conformism as a kind of thing where you follow one strain. I'm a mimic in that I just collage the things around me into some garbled mess

Extremes always seem to be wrong. Somewhere there's a middle. Is the child lost inside or is the child there, plain as the nothing it shows? Maybe the mind isn't always present

And so, I lost my dignity when I completed two ProjectEuler problems with Java. But now I am home, and back with Python. I've been using recursion more effectively, the results are quite nice. Haven't been able to apply backtracking yet

So ya, that was some excuse for the excuse of a title. Or something. But maybe that's why I realized that er nothing