...of love gone wrong in the weblog age. Geek meets geekette, geek falls in love, geek gushes about geekette on weblog, geek learns geekette's terrible secret from a regular blog reader, geek confronts geekette in dramatic Chandler-esque climax, with a little Columbo-fu thrown in for good measure. Tragic, scary, and entertaining as hell. So Go Read It.
Me (very calmly): What's the difference between HTTP GET and POST?
New Girl (taken aback): ?uh, what?
Me: GET and POST. What's the difference?
New Girl (looking somewhat rattled): You...You've got to be fucking kidding.
Her body language changed to a more defensive stance. I leaned forward and smiled. At this point, even after all the evidence that had been presented to me, I still had the tiniest bit of hope that everyone was wrong about New Girl. I needed to hear an admission -- either intentional or accidental -- from New Girl herself. If I kept the pressure on, she would either cave and admit everything or make a mistake.
Me: I'm not kidding. C'mon, if you're really a Web programmer, you'd know this. This is straight out of chapter one of "Web Forms for Dummies".
New Girl: I refuse to answer this question. Such a simple question...it's...it's insulting!
Me: Answer it, and you'll shoot such a big hole in Whistleblower's story that I'd have to believe you. And trust me, right now, the evidence makes you look like the liar..
New Girl: I won't answer it! I know the answer, but you still won't believe me if I give it to you!
Me: You know, if you accused me of not being a programmer, I'd be dropping mad computer science on your head. I'd be saying "Get me in front of a machine! I'll write 'Hello World' in half a dozen languages!"
New Girl: But I'm not you!
Me: And you're not a programmer. You're a damned liar.
This guy's my new hero.
