Freshman year of college doing assembly programming, I spent a while figuring out a “programmic” way to solve a problem, trying to wrangle labels and gotos. My friend came in with essentially this but as lookup table. It blew my mind.

It was then that I learned to trade space for complexity.

If these were answers for a high school test it would get a D or something for correctness. I can’t believe an adult, a journalist no less, could be so off.

It’s known that the more wealth you acquire, the stronger your foot fetish becomes.

It’s known.