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I was born at the perfect time to pursue a career in full-stack software development. I grew up programming 8-bit computers, then learned Unix in college. I entered the workforce at the emergence of Windows for Workgroups and Linux, and I'll be retiring right about the time the AI's make me redundant. Also, the year Social Security goes broke.
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Months and months of planning by lots and lots of middle management can save literally hours of programming.
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Give a man a program, and you'll frustrate him for a day. Teach a man to program, and you'll frustrate him for a lifetime.
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I have a mental illness that makes me think that people will change their minds if I present the correct arguments with the appropriate facts and data.
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I've put all of my skill points into arguing with blinking lights.
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But I say unto you, that whosoever looketh on a new piece of Apple gear, to lust after it, hath committed purchase of it already in his heart.
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Don't say you're easy on me; you're about as easy as a nuclear war.
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I sold the Renoir and the TV set; don't wanna be around when this gets out.
Duran Duran, The Reflex
Tag Archives: Destiny 2
The Love/Hate for ESO Turns Once Again
I’ve written extensively about ESO. I started during COVID with some IRL friends, took a break, came back for Oakensoul and Arcanist, took another long break, recently came back for subclassing, and now I think I’m well and truly done. … Continue reading