… on my computer. Well, on the hardware that my company makes, to be more specific, which kinda acts like a computer since it runs code made of bits and such. Ahem. Ramble.
Like “Vinny’s”:http://us.imdb.com/Title?0104952 hapless grit-eating witness (“Were these magic grits? Did you buy them from the same guy who sold Jack his beanstalk beans?”), I too apparently kindle ethereal magic. The code that I wrote for something is currently performing — like a champ, it must be said — in a manner that would appear, under even the most intense scrutiny, impossible. Whole realms of irrefutable logic disintegrate under my fearsome touch.
What the hell is going on?
I think this furthers my “Nobel”:http://coldforged.org/archives/2003/04/12/complexity_theory_and_the_graco_snugride.html “opportunities”:http://coldforged.org/archives/2003/02/24/queue_selection_theory.html.
impossible? Nothing is impossible when you’re a pF’er! =D