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Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").



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   madness dispelled by methods
Monday, July 19 2004
[REDACTED] Today I needed to accomplish things, and I accomplished them. Madness was dispelled by methods. Disorder was contained by objects. Properties became inaccessible except by those madness-dispelling methods. And data flowed unstymied from databases to XSL via XML. That's how I made it through the day. It actually wasn't as dull as it sounds, partly because Gretchen gave me half of a tempeh reuben she'd bought at Mother Nature's Storehouse at King's Plaza on 9W.
I'm not exactly a computer scientist, but I'm nonetheless of the opinion that object oriented programming (referenced by some of the non-X-containing buzzwords in the preceding paragraph) causes at least as many problems as it solves. But I find myself working on a project for a company that, for the time being, doesn't subscribe to my philosophy. I say "for the time being" because I have yet to have a computer-architectural reservation that wasn't eventually vindicated. But then again, in the imperfect world of computers, just about every reservation is vindicated. If I'd had reservations about the entire dotcom hoopla I would have been vindicated on a grand scale. But I would have also been unemployed throughout the late 90s and early 00s and might be living with my parents right now.
Back to the subject of object oriented programming. I might be a stick in the mud about newfangled programming ideas (not that OOP is newfangled), but at least I'm not the only one who thinks OOP fails to deliver on its promises. I love articles in which curmudgeons piss on the fires of technological panaceas.


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