Two score and two.
Feeling a bit reflective this week. And no, it's not because I'm standing in front of a mirror. That's just narcissism - whole different category of crazy. Besides, all of my mirrors cracked years ago. Let me start from the beginning. This week I was trying to program Marvin (my personal robot assistant) to make guacamole, which is a challenge in as much as his programming consists of setting a combination of three-position switches in a certain configuration for a given task. Of course, Marvin was built by a mad scientist (Mitch Macaphee), so there's no guide for what configuration will deliver what outcome, which leaves only trial and error. I was getting close to guacamole (I had found the right combination for gazpacho), but strangely I ended up programming him to replay demo recordings from our earliest days. (Who would've thunk those two things would be one toggle-click away from one another?) Well, that got me thinking back to the days of yore (or days of...