'Cept I haven't vacuumed yet.
Cleaning the office, and showing it off to you all everybody, is not what this post is all about. This post is about a certain book I found while cleaning out the bookcase.
Folks, it's September 2010. And Spouse is hanging on to a programming companion for Windows 95. Unleashed, nonetheless. Unleashed. Not caged up, as it should be, where it will be fed to the big green conveyor belt in the sky, and made into toilet paper. This book should be Programming Windows 95, Recycled not Programming Windows 95, Unleashed. Incidentally, I know a lotta Mac people who would pay extra to wipe with the TP made from a Windows programming book. This could very well be my ticket to millions.
Later, I broke some news to Spouse. "Honey. This hasta go," said I, and handed him the book.
Total geek*, isn't he? Even gots a vmware shirt on for the occasion.
*I heart geeks.
*I heart geeks.
He cried and blubbered on about the awesomeness of programming with Windows 95. How it would only compile when building, and then only if the syntax was correct. If you have invalid syntax, the exe (rhymes with sexy) won't compile and the debugger might even tell you where your syntax errors are. "Now Java," he cried on, "is a piece of crap. It compiles upon execution, so you could ship stuff with syntax errors."
Spouse spent the rest of our Friday night thumbing through that beastly book, and sighing in bithaven nostalgia. That isn't all either. During the night, I could have sworn that he woke, in a heated and amorous sweat, screaming "MORE!" and "IF!" and "THEN!" and "ELSE!"
I went to the kitchen for Nutella.