There once was a king who ruled his country long, wisely, and well. The king had a son whom he hoped would someday rule the land. He also wished in his heart that the son would be wise and compassionate. One day he said to the prince: "If you promised that you would give a certain woman anything, even half of your kingdom, and then she demanded the life of your best friend, what would your decision be, my son?" The young prince thought for a moment and then said, "I would tell her that she was my best friend, and then cut off her head." The king knew that his son would be a great king.
Often I dream of being forgotten, but there are times, when I would like to be remembered:
What no $whatever of workaholic can ever understand is that a workaholic is having fun when $he is working.
“If we live, we live; if we die, we die; if we suffer, we suffer; if we are terrified, we are terrified. No problem.” (Alan Watts)
“Encapsulation is about protecting the person who has to read your code. It’s not about protecting your code.” (Patrick Stein)
Source: Say what you mean (worth reading)
“Criticism comes easier than craftsmanship.” (Zeuxis)
Bug fixing comes easier than writing from scratch.
I have started reading The Problems of Philosophy again, and I hope (or well I have a feeling) that this time me and Mr. Russell will travel longer. The first chapter, Appearance and Reality was pretty interesting, esp. for someone who has never formally studied Philosophy.
After finishing the chapter, when I went to sleep, I’d dreams where, I saw the people, whom I wanted to meet for a long time. An old friend, whom I have kind of parted ways. A person, whom I never met, and wanted to meet so much. Anyways, they were good dreams, and I made some good memories, which is very unlikely in real-life. Anyways, now I feel happier, and don’t feel any more need to see them.
Anyways, back to shell.
“Under certain circumstances, limerick provides a relief denied even to profanity.” (abbe, with apologies to Mark Twain)
I have often regretted my speech, never my silence. -- Publilius Syrus
"No program is perfect," They said with a shrug. "The customer's happy-- What's one little bug?" But he was determined, Then change two, then three more, The others went home. As year followed year. He dug out the flow chart And strangers would comment, Deserted, alone. "Is that guy still here?" Night passed into morning. He died at the console The room was cluttered Of hunger and thirst With core dumps, source listings. Next day he was buried "I'm close," he muttered. Face down, nine edge first. Chain smoking, cold coffee, And his wife through her tears Logic, deduction. Accepted his fate. "I've got it!" he cried, Said "He's not really gone, "Just change one instruction." He's just working late." -- The Perfect Programmer