I get bored sometimes...
To G or not to G, that IS the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the race conditions of enormous diagram,
or to take keyboard against a sea of text,
and by opposing end it: to parse; to type;
no more; and by type to say we mean to end
the Heartache, and the thousand natural crashes
the IDE is heir to, 'tis an upgrade
Devoutly to be wish'd. To parse, to type;
to type: perchance to mispell: ay, there's the rub
for in that page of C what fat fingerings may come?
when we force kill this bugged task,
must give us pause: there's the respect
that makes calamity of such long career.
for who would bear the whips and scorns of LabVIEW
the dependencies missing, the builder's errors,
the pangs of despised style, R&D's delay,
the insolence of management and the spurns
that patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself might his Deadline make
with bare notepad? Who would wires bear,
to drag and click under a heavy mouse,
but that the dread of something after wire,
The unopened directory, from whose path
no coder returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
than to fly to others we know not of?
Instruments National does make cowards of us all
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought
And enterprises of great python and .NET
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
