I woke up today with a bit of script whirling obsessively round my head:
var_dump($blahblah);. This is a developer’s query and is perfectly useless for me to remember at the early stage of my evolution into a geek. My three-week IT course left its indelible marks on me: not only do I have nightmares in which code validators scream red at my code, now I also wake up with a dump in my head.
Wondering if my dump wake-up might have an instructive meaning, I looked around to discover that I actually live in a dump. Now, from my perspective, dump at home happens when I fail to vacuum the floor daily and when I fail to take recyclable rubbish to the bin regularly. Most people would probably call my dump a clean place.
Since I’m me and not most people, I vacuumed thoroughly and took a huge bundle of recyclables out. I could hardly carry the bulk of it. On my way back I stopped in a small shop on the ground floor of my building and got some extra cleaning supplies to soothe my OCD.
I still can’t get the dump out of my head though. Now I think that what the dump dream really meant was that I should skip cleaning and go out to shoot some dump-o-ramas: shout-out to Cardinal Guzman here, go check out his take on the dump-o-rama genre!