Reported today by FreeBSD's ''fortune'' program:

Psychologists think they're experimental psychologists.
Experimental psychologists think they're biologists.
Biologists think they're biochemists.
Biochemists think they're chemists.
Chemists think they're physical chemists.
Physical chemists think they're physicists.
Physicists think they're theoretical physicists.
Theoretical physicists think they're mathematicians.
Mathematicians think they're metamathematicians.
Metamathematicians think they're philosophers.
Philosophers think they're gods.

The place for computer science? This needs an extension:

• computer scientists think they're logicians;
• logicians think they're metamathematicians;
• back to the list above.

She hurt me.

A rusty kitchen knife dropping accidentally into deep scar tissue; ripping open a flesh that remembered an age old pain. An innocuous surface earthquake; well placed, and soon cracks appear at the bottom of a long extinct volcano and lets a sulphuric emulsion of nefarious gases and blazing lava infiltrate to the surface.

Should I go to her an inform her that her careless words were hurtful? Or do I gnaw on my ire alone and accept that I am the only one to be concerned with my sensitivity?