What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.

Everyone's life is a mess. Everyone's. We all make mistakes . . . and not just little slip-ups. Major mistakes that hurt us and other people.

Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.

Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty, and some see it crawling with toxic alien parasites who want to devour your pancreas.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.

What kind of programmer is so divorced from reality that she thinks she'll get complex software right the first time?