Real software engineers don't write in ADA, because the standards bodies have not quite decided on a formal spec yet.

I will not dissect things unless instructed.

The Seventy Maxims of Maximally Effective Mercenaries #65 After the toss, be the one with the pin, not the one with the grenade.

Blue potatoes are ungainly things As are red and purple lamb chops Yet when we eat and creep and fall We never ask a silent question ~ Racter (The Policeman’s Beard is Half Constructed)

Yo momma is so stupid that that she tried to put M&M's in alphabetical order!

From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it. -- Groucho Marx

"Engelbart’s vision was [to] multiply the power of people and collaborators by creating systems that augment our intellect, humanity and creativity. His goal was to raise the human potential." ~ Samim Winiger & Roelof Pieters

All the little things will add to a happy journey.

All critics should be assassinated. -- Man Ray

It's not too early to speculate about the 2016 election.

Sure, the police can read your emails, but what do you have to hide? That was rhetorical. We already know.

The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they're going to have some pretty annoying virtues. -- Elizabeth Taylor

So do the noble fall. For they are ever caught in a trap of their own making. A trap -- walled by duty, and locked by reality. Against the greater force they must fall -- for, against that force they fight because of duty, because of obligations. And when the noble fall, the base remain. The base -- whose only purpose is the corruption of what the noble did protect. Whose only purpose is to destroy. The noble: who, even when fallen, retain a vestige of strength. For theirs is a strength born of things other than mere force. Theirs is a strength supreme... theirs is the strength -- to restore. -- Gerry Conway, "Thor", #193

Laptop: A dinky keyboard wedded to a lousy LCD screen, all with bad battery life.

The first thing, the very very first thing, "Find out what your greatest characteristic is, your greatest undoing, your central characteristic of unconsciousness." Each one's is different. Somebody is sex-obsessed. In a country like India, where for centuries sex has been repressed, that has become almost a universal characteristic; everybody is obsessed with sex. Somebody is obsessed with anger, and somebody else is obsessed with greed. You have to watch which is your basic obsession. ― George Gurdjieff

Reyna d’Assia: The Key to Immortal Consciousness 82. If you are meditating and a devil appears, make the devil meditate too.

Best Beer: A panel of tasters assembled by the Consumer's Union in 1969 judged Coors and Miller's High Life to be among the very best. Those who doubt that beer is a serious subject might ponder its effect on American history. For example, New England's first colonists decided to drop anchor at Plymouth Rock instead of continuing on to Virginia because, as one of them put it, "We could not now take time for further consideration, our victuals being spent and especially our beer." -- Felton & Fowler's Best, Worst & Most Unusual

At a formal dinner party, the person nearest death should always be seated closest to the bathroom. -- George Carlin

I did some heavy research so as to be prepared for "Mommy, why is the sky blue?" HE asked me about black holes in space. (There's a hole *where*?) I boned up to be ready for, "Why is the grass green?" HE wanted to discuss nature's food chains. (Well, let's see, there's ShopRite, Pathmark...) I talked about Choo-Choo trains. HE talked internal combustion engines. (The INTERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINE said, "I think I can, I think I can.") I was delighted with the video game craze, thinking we could compete as equals. HE described the complexities of the microchips required to create the graphics. Then puberty struck. Ah, adolescence. HE said, "Mom, I just don't understand women." (Gotcha!) -- Betty LiBrizzi, "The Care and Feeding of a Gifted Child"

Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own pleasure and in which, after having abused it for so long, you are stupefied by its innocence. ~ Jean Baudrillard