The other day I was at work, minding my own business as I often do, when my esteemed co worker Mike Finney began searching the Internet for my blog -- or as we call them in the old country, my blag-o-sphere.
This was an odd thing to be doing, for two reasons. First, I did not at the time even have a blog. Second, and perhaps more revealing, I was sitting two feet from him. If he wanted to know my opinion on some esoteric topic, he could've turned oh-so-slightly to the right and said:
"Hey Ray, how 'bout those embedded systems?"
"Hey Ray, would you consider Java to be the new COBOL?"
My answers, in no particular order, would've been "Yes," "No," and "I embedded your mom!" I find it hard to believe that someone who has been financially coerced into working around me would ever feel such a Ray's-opinion shortage as to require dipping into some electronic cache of my technical ramblings.
Still, I must waist no time in addressing this famine! Mike Finney, your prayers are answered. You will now have the privilege of disagreeing with me at any hour of the day or night.