Sam Ruby is a special breed of human.

There is a certain type of minutiae from which my brain winces and runs. I think Sam Ruby thrives on this stuff.

UTF-8 vs. Unicode vs. ASCII vs. this vs. that... I understand the problems, but I don't have the kind of neurons required to process it in a passionate way.

It makes me want to go outside and sink my toes in the cool grass.

And that's why I'm thankful for people like Sam Ruby.

Sam makes it so that I can go sit on the lawn and let other people worry.

The problem is that Sam makes me feel like I should care - that this stuff should be keeping me up at night. That I should fly out of bed at 3:00 AM and dunk my face in a basin of cold water to snap myself out of the catatonic shock brought on by angle-bracket problems that have been crawling down the walls all night and into my head.

The guilt, the details...

I'm confused about how much of this I need to care about. There's a point at which things become fairly academic, and that doesn't mix well with the way I see the universe in terms of coding.

I think I'm going to draw a quiet nature scene now.

In the forest with God's creatures

This picture, except for the deer, is self-explanatory.