Not only did I not eat the donuts; I went across the street for my chai. No sense taking any chances, and I needed a change of scene to think things through. What I’d learned about zombies was only reassuring from the perspective that nobody would be trying to eat my brain at work, and we wouldn't be locking the doors and hiding out with shotguns and talwars to ward off the zombie apocalypse. Continue reading ...

The whoosh of six simultaneously released bated breaths drowned out Cook's next words. We’d been expecting the worst, and had spent more time during the last month helping each other polish our résumés than actually documenting the software. Nobody had noticed, lending an uncomfortable amount of credibility to the rumors. Continue reading ...