Working on my night code (image via Mikmac)
I’m up at 1:34 in the morning, writing a script in Python to reset Open Directory users’ passwords so that people I care about don’t have to deal with Workgroup Manager (pictured above, in its natural errorotic state).
Oh, and I don’t know Python. So I’m learning as I go, and seeing what happens.
Computers are fun.
Some people at a bowling alley seemed to question my spelling of THRILLHO, claiming there was a U at the end.
It pains me to be so right on such a regular basis.
“The CPU,” he said, “runs at a certain speed. It can execute a fixed number of instructions per second, and no more. There is a finite limit to how many instructions per second it can execute. Right?”
“Right,” I said.
“So there is no way, really, to make code go faster, because there is no way to make instructions execute faster. There is only such a thing as making the machine do less.”
He paused for emphasis.
“To go fast,” he said slowly, “do less.”
high-res photoPhoning it in at ACME Headquarters, starring Nick Frost as the Chief
(While the corporation never formally acknowledged the fabrication of the Sandiego case, the incident did result in the addition of accountability safeguards such as Warren! The! Warrant! Robot!)