The Lair

I’ve been reading some code recently which is akin to a Dyson vacuum cleaner crossed with a blackhole. In short, a vortex of suckage. Perhaps shockingly, I had little part in releasing this code to the wild; but I have been stuck with the unfortunate task of reviewing it.

I need to start a slush fund for the therapy I’ll need in a few years after looking at that code. I’ve written code that looks like your ugly cousin’s face through a convex mirror (admittedly, this was at the tail end of a 48 hour continuous coding bender), but this surpasses my best (or worst) efforts by a country mile. Umm. Yeah. It’s not been the best of weeks. Anyway, moving swiftly past that traumatic experience …

Actually, no… instead of moving swiftly on, I’m going to wallow in my misery a bit longer. But only till I see this Pearls before Swine classic.

In other news, I ordered Scott Adam’s Thriving on vague objectives for a spot of retail therapy, but Amazon has apparently sent the book (and a few others) via Royal Mail instead of the usual DHL. Aaargh. Did I say this hasn’t been a good week already? Consider that repeated. With loud thudding noises emanating from my keyboard (as it meets my head) for emphasis.