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.

I procrastinate, but mostly because there's always too many things to do, and I got the stew in my mind that things do bubble up, so I'll throw things in there and let them stew around. It's sort of like greasing the squeaky wheels in my own brain.

The computer should be doing the hard work. That's what it's paid to do, after all.

I'm not too concerned about the future of Perl after me, because I see how these people are interacting with each other and even when I'm not there, they are helping each other and solving each other's problems in a way that I could not do, even if I were there.

Well, you can implement a Perl peek() with unpack('P',...). Once you have that, there's only security through obscurity.

Are you perchance running on a 64-bit machine?

I still drive my 1977 Honda Accord. The paint is almost all worn off. It's still running.