4:30 After i avoided 2 accidents in the alley in the complex @2AM, they started to play on the radio Crazy Little Thing Called Love. Are you ready, Freddie? I didn't know why until i reached the parking spot. Next to it there was again the dark tan Toyota, belonging to the guy upstairs who BTW looks like George Santos. He was gone since the day they replaced the water heater. At 2 AM when we got in he made some noises, at 4 AM he woke up and started his routine but didn't leave until i decided to write. How did he know? Also got a match for him but can't be sure with the goatee and curly hair.
11:05 My computer went offline when i was only thinking about writing this.
I learned some at Quadramed in the US in 98, through an unhoped for chance, but the dust falling on my head from the false ceiling or maybe reaching my exposure limit to X-Rays from a computer CRT monitor or maybe the work accident at Electronic Specialty in early 96 with breathing trichloroethane or possibly all of the above made me quit being too sick to work (and didn't know why).
But i never hoped in my entire miserable existence (after i became a programmer) that i will be vindicated in the end. I hated OOP, i still do, too much overhead (to manage), too much bloating of the code, occupying the resources, too much attention to things not related to the problems to address in your project, or the exact opposite of what was promising, also the impossibility for an old dog (35 when i left Romania) to learn new tricks especially when they seemed weird. But today, 25 years after i've done my last project written using OOP i read even the creator of OOP turned against it and many other people are as puzzled as i was. Goooood!
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