fifty-fifty?

no way. twenty-eighty.

thirty-seventy.

okay.

Malbolge is a programming language created with the idea that programming should be hard. It was so well designed that no Malbogle program has ever been successfully written, except for a single piece of code from the raving lunatic who committed the language. it is 4 characters long (two of which are CR/LF) and does absolutely nothing.
if you can prove that Malbogle is turing-complete, i will send you a lolly.

s/more optimal/better/

i would have stopped the lecture on quantum treemaps and bubblemaps as soon as i found out i was in the wrong auditorium, but those technical maths students seemed to be much more interested in the topic than my own usually are.

an algorithm only exists in the memories of those computers that believe in it.

someone pissed on Linus Torvalds because he uses a proprietary tool. the Linux kernel creator replied:

I would suggest that if you are silently seething about the fact that a commercial product can do something better than a free one, how about _doing_ something about it?
Quite frankly, I don't _want_ people using Linux for ideological reasons. I think ideology sucks. This world would be a much better place if people had less ideology, and a whole lot more "I do this because it's FUN and because others might find it useful, not because I got religion.”

Would I prefer to use a tool that didn't have any restrictions on it for kernel maintenance? Yes. But since no such tool exists, and since I'm personally not very interested in writing one, _and_ since I don't have any hangups about using the right tool for the job, I use BitKeeper. the attitude of RMS towards ideology is completely different.

if you attach some english sixteenth century dramatists to a skyscraper for an indefinite length of time -- or, alternatively, attach an infinite number of english sixteenth century dramatists to a skyscraper for some length of time -- they will eventually come up with the complete works of king kong.

and then i found his baby clothes. that tiny shirt he wore in the first weeks, before he would have actually been due, had a super tiny breast pocket. i pushed one finger in, to the second joint. barely managed to squeeze a second finger in.
"what did you keep in there?"

"small bic lighter. big one wouldn't have fit."

"tiny rucksack."