dropping the 10MT code that keeps atlanta blowing up -- with recursions that're phat like ham bone, and bounds that're tight like gnat booty. opinions expressed herein are mine, or at least not those of the Georgia Institute of Technology.
at long last, a line of puerile computer scientist trading cards
let's try this again, players. btw, while i admire spunk, the traditional means of communicating disagreement is a reasonable letter to the editor.
We're gonna talk about computers, and the code that moves the bits around, and the networks those bits shimmy on down. We're gonna be relentlessly esoteric and -- as 2Live were Nasty before us, so shall we be Technical, meaning as Technical as we Want to Be.
We're gonna swear. A lot. We will celebrate free release of textbooks as electronic documents, and heap scorn upon the mottled, blotched dyingbody of for-profit scientific publishing, because fuck paying $180 for a book with 115 pages. We will unceasingly reference the rap of our adolescence, because that never grows tiring for us or our audience. We will seek, strive, find and not yield. We will hold it down; we will move on up. We will remain forthrightly contrarian regarding shit-eating Apple and their wretched fans. So let it be written. So let it be done.