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I get the impression that some programmers enjoy typing more than they enjoy programming, or to be particularly uncharitable, thinking. Why yes, I am the centre of the universe, and the measure and arbiter of all things.
While on my way to work ridiculously late on Friday, on the green belt path, I encountered someone walking their cat, without a leash. There is considerable variation within the species, evidently.
After a moderate lapse of time, it appears that I've taught myself how to make a bean casserole out of beans and whatever else I have sitting around. Hurray for me.
In addition to pointing out the basic validity of the indications provided
by a smoke detector, the kitchen safety chapter
of The Experimental Imaginary Cookbook should
include an admonition along the lines of the following:
I shouldn't need to say this, but don't go anywhere while the stove is on. Ever. Just don't. The same goes for microwave ovens. There are failure modes you'll see only once in several years, but having your place go up in flames only once in several years is once too often.
