Google Launches Summer of Code 2007 74
An anonymous reader writes "Looks like Google has announced that it will be doing Summer of Code again this year. The program looks pretty much the same this year but they have built time into the program schedule for students to get up to speed before they start coding. Nice job, Google."
Nerd much? (Score:5, Funny)
Not helping the problem... (Score:5, Funny)
pat on the back (Score:5, Funny)
Google: "Thanks, Google PR employee"
Goddamit, I give up! (Score:2, Funny)
Summer? (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Nerd much? (Score:5, Funny)
Buy it now, $9.99
These nerds just cant wait to show you their interconnects. You've never seen anything like THIS before!
Re:Summer? (Score:4, Funny)
Re:project benefits (Score:3, Funny)
Apple (Score:0, Funny)
Summer ... global warming (Score:2, Funny)
Re:Not helping the problem... (Score:3, Funny)
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of Google;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
To set my brother Sergei and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other:
And if King William be as true and just
As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
This day should Sergei closely be mew'd up,
About a prophecy, which says that 'L'
Of Williams's heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: here
Sergei comes.