Karma-riffic.
You probably don't know this[1], but I'm not a big JavaScript booster. Me and the Johnny-come-lately, badly-thought-out, deceptively-packaged rootkit-in-a-browser are not close friends. In fact, you might say that I've been engaging in a form of futile protest for the last six years or so, refusing to learn JavaScript on the justification that that would be "the web monkey's job." Cuz it is.
I was really excited about taking CS164, Compilers, this semester. It's a great class, full of exciting prospects of building a huge app you never end up using.[2] The first class meeting was yesterday. Its highlight came when our professor unravelled the big project this semester.
Guess what language we're writing a compiler for?
Guess what language we're writing a compiler in?
Guess what language will be getting my death curse when I shoot myself in the head with a double-barrelled shotgun?
Karma. It's a bitch. Even after you die.
D'A
[1]: ... because you live on Mars and have therefore never had to sit through one of my The End Of The Web Is Nigh rants ...
[2]: Even I can't tell whether that sentence is sarcastic.
I was really excited about taking CS164, Compilers, this semester. It's a great class, full of exciting prospects of building a huge app you never end up using.[2] The first class meeting was yesterday. Its highlight came when our professor unravelled the big project this semester.
Guess what language we're writing a compiler for?
Guess what language we're writing a compiler in?
Guess what language will be getting my death curse when I shoot myself in the head with a double-barrelled shotgun?
Karma. It's a bitch. Even after you die.
D'A
[1]: ... because you live on Mars and have therefore never had to sit through one of my The End Of The Web Is Nigh rants ...
[2]: Even I can't tell whether that sentence is sarcastic.