Don't wear rollerskates to a tug-of-war.

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.

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

Sometimes I wish I could put an expiration date on my quotes.

We all agree on the necessity of compromise. We just can't agree on when it's necessary to compromise.

The young think they are immortal, and are determined to prove otherwise.

The random quantum fluctuations of my brain are historical accidents that happen to have decided that the concepts of dynamic scoping and lexical scoping are orthogonal and should remain that way.