/prog/ is great

I sincerely believe that /prog/ is great. I, like many others, sincerely believe that it self-moderates to become the best thing it can be. There's no other board like /prog/ on the Internet, as the freedom it has granted by THE FREE MARKET RON PAUL 2012! makes it the best board...

for trolling and shitposting. I truly haven't found a better venue for such things, precisely because some poor misguided souls still believe that this is a programming board. The duality of the certainty that this board is for trolling and shitposting and the belief that it's still dedicated to programming is what makes it the best trolling ground: there will always be somebody who will be bothered by the endless ``off topic'' threads in /prog/, as if it made any sense to think in those terms about the board.

Embrace the shit! It's not as if there can be anything other than that in /prog/.

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Little did I know that my divergence from the normal bourgeois path in life would expose me to the extreme cruelty that only bitter women can inflict upon luzer men.

GENDER

Men and women breathe the same air but believe in different memes in life. Men believe that it is cool to work at a job that it is valuable for its own sake and brings intellectual excitement. Women believe in making money. Men want to make their mark on the world and gain prestige among their peers. Women believe in making money. Men want to climb the highest mountain and solve the most difficult challenge. Women want to make money.

With Second Love I made the mistake of answering truthfully one day when she eagerly and expectantly inquired of me how much money I thought I would be earning per year after I got my future career going. Since I had given the matter long and careful thought and had tried to be both conservative and realistic about my future earnings, I quoted the figure to her that that was my goal at the time. The Commissar Lady (my code name for her because we had met in Russian class) got visibly angry and spat out, "That's not much!" But there was no further discussion of the matter. The Kommissarin (a German variant of her codename) did not let me explain that I was picking a figure between what Professor Rosenmeyer was paid in the Classics Department at the University of Washington and the higher figure that he later earned at Berkeley.

I have explained earlier in The Art of the Meme how women in the Health Sciences Library made the assumption that any man studying brain journals must obviously be a high-income doctor whose ugliness must be disregarded in pursuit of the central meme in a woman's life. If you take that same ugly brain-dweeb and plunk him down in a Starbucks where he looks not like a doctor but like a misfit intellectual and a toxic bachelor, Seattle women adopt a different set of memes to endeavor to make his life just as miserable as their own life among the twisted systyrs of the wymyn of divorce and of failed relationships. Take for example what hpeened to Mentifex one day when he happily tried to enjoy an Americano coffee at the Starbucks above the Whole Foods on Roosevelt.

http://dis.4chan.org/read/prog/1332860361/

I had first visited the Rising Sun produce stand where I bought a ripe advocado. Then I walked into Starbucks and asked a Seattle woman if the other armchair beside her was available. She nodded affirmatively at this techno-dweeb who had dared to ask her such a question, and the memes of revenge against men in general started spinning in her head, giving her a sweet taste of anticipatory satisfaction. She did not know, and I myself did not know, that of all the coffee joints in all the towns in all the world, Daffodil herself would walk into mine just an hour later. Instead, the Seattle woman tracked my movements as I stood outside to devour the advocado and stood in line to order my coffee. Then, just as I came over and sat down in the available armchair, the Seattle woman chose that exact picosecond to rise to her feet and depart out the door. Two plain-jane college girls studying across the aisle from me marveled at how expertly the older woman had executed the in-your-face timing aspect of the psychological put-down of the hapless male who deserved it because her life had been ruined by some other male and therefore all other males were sure as hell going to pay for it.

Half an hour later, I looked up to see the sweet young presence of Daffodil stopping to smile down at me and waiting for me to stand up in semi-pre-arranged greeting, because after our initial dinner-date at the restaurant that replaced the Honey Bear, I had told the Dutch-American girl that I would often read the Sunday New York Times at the Roosevelt Starbucks. Now it was the plain-jane college girls' turn to marvel at how the luzer Mentifex dweeb was enjoying the company of the peaches-and-cream sociology grad who was about to enter a nursing prpgram. Still, the amour propre of the innocent walk-into-my-parlor Mentifex male had been wounded by the wiles of the vindictive Seattle woman, and it took several more episodes of the same memetic maiming for Mentifex to figure out the memetic countermeasure, which I will now reveal to friend and foe alike.

These aren't the dubz you're looking for.

>>2

>I had coded some BASIC on my brother's Trash-80

Dijkstra would not have approved.

>>34
Holy shit, you're right!

DOUBLES

http://www.amazon.com/The-Art-Meme-ebook/dp/B007ZI66FS/

tells the story of how Mentifex invented AI Minds

and spread the Memes of artificial intelligence with AI4U

http://www.amazon.com/Arthur-T.-Murray/e/B004OKWAM8/

>>57
Fuck off, spammer.

I find this beautiful. He is now known worldwide.