Ever had one of those days where you felt like you were a deer constantly being caught in the headlights of a car filled with gun-toting hunters?
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Yeah, except mine is a smart car full of hippy Java programmers.
@author and @jordan,
What’s worse..
1) the car that hits you, kills you, straps you to the roof, takes you home, eats you, stuffs you, and honors you on the mantel…
or…
2) the car that hits you, kills you, leaves you by the side of the road, allows microbes to eat you, and lets you disappear into the natural rhythm of life…
I’m not totally like either of those options, personally.
Might I suggest a possible third option?
As a deer, you drop to the ground, roll quickly to your left and use your antlers to puncture the front right tire of the hunters’ car. As the car careens into a tree, you low-crawl to the tree line, jump to your feet and scamper away to live another day.
@Liam, Yes but Java programmers are cunning. You have to look out for the trip mines.
Landmines!