My mother died of metastatic colorectal cancer shortly before three P.M. on Christmas Day of 2008. I don't know the exact time of her death because none of us thought to look at a clock for a while after she stopped breathing.
It's all too easy when talking about female gymnasts to fall into the trap of...
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.
Doing linear scans over an associative array is like trying to club someone to death with a loaded Uzi.
