The whole history of computers is rampant with cheerleading at best and bigotry at worst.

You need to go and find someone to teach you the rudiments of irrational discourse.

Well, coffee is my drug of choice, generally, with a little bit of Pepsi here and there, if I need more sugar. But yeah, if I could do intravenous coffee, I would. But I guess that's pretty standard.

There is, however, a strange, musty smell in the air that reminds me of something...hmm...yes...I've got it...there's a VMS nearby, or I'm a Blit.

Easy things should be easy, and hard things should be possible.

I'm just paid to do whatever I want to do. Some of the time it's development, and some of the time it's just goofing off.

Would you trust the linguistic intuitions of someone who has been studying Latin or Greek for three days?