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data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-89.txt

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+Number: 89
+Date: 2013-04-10
+Title: Version Control
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Qi, Suku, Zjing's Bridge
+Topics: philosophy, version control, branching
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.par: 1
+Illus.0.src: cop.jpg
+Illus.0.title: A katana is basically 'kill -9' for biological processes.
+
+
+At precisely 7:07 on the first clear morning of the first
+week of spring, the old scribe [[Qi]] awoke to a knocking on
+his door.  An abbess waited outside, flanked by two
+heavily-armed guards in black and white robes.
+
+Said the abbess: "We have read your account of
+[[#88|the burning of Zjing's bridge]], and we judge it to be a
+deliberate lie from beginning to end.  The annals are
+sacrosanct: by falsifying them, you have forfeited your own
+head."
+
+The scribe replied: "What was written, was, and is."
+
+Said the abbess: "Yet the bridge stands undamaged, and all
+parties refute your account.  As proof of your willful deceit
+I offer these printouts of the various versions of the page
+in question, obtained from your own repository."
+
+The scribe said nothing.
+
+Said the abbess: "The first version contains only the text of an
+email.  The sender suggests that you author a
+case wherein a stubborn monk is corrected by finding himself
+halfway across an impassible bridge."
+
+The scribe nodded and replied: "One point oh."
+
+Said the abbess: "The next version gives an elaborate account
+of master [[Suku]] and the monk Landhwa.  Here, Suku
+corrects the monk by unfastening the planks on
+her side of bridge, much as the email suggests."
+
+The scribe nodded again and replied: "One point one."
+
+Said the abbess: "A later version changes the monk to
+Wangohan.  Here, Suku releases a basket of trained cobras on
+the bridge to slither towards the hapless monk.  This one is
+my favorite, for its elegant use of snakes throughout."
+
+The scribe bowed and replied: "One point four."
+
+Said the abbess: "The final version has master Suku reduce
+the bridge to ashes.  A most obvious falsehood."
+
+The scribe replied: "One point six."
+
+Said the abbess: "Can you speak a word which will convince
+me to let you keep your head?"
+
+The scribe said nothing, but calmly sat at his desk and took
+up his keyboard.  Behind him, the guards unsheathed their swords.
+
+- - -
+
+At precisely 7:07 on the first clear morning of the first week
+of spring, the old scribe Qi awoke to the chattering of a
+magpie in the tree outside his window.  Through the
+branches, the cold, charred remains of Zjing's bridge could be
+seen.
+
+Said the scribe to the magpie: "One point six point one."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-9.txt

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+Date: 2010-11-10
+Title: Infinities
+Number: 9
+Geekiness: 1
+Topics: philosophy, infinity, loops
+Names: Spider Clan
+Illus.0.src: Lotus-050.jpg
+Illus.0.par: 0
+Illus.0.title: You think YOU were poor because you had to share your CLOTHES?  We had to share our LEGS.
+
+
+Two monks of the [[Spider Clan]] were arguing whether the new
+input validation routine was caught in an infinite loop.
+
+"How long has it been running?" asked the abbot.
+
+"No more than thirty minutes," said the pale thin monk.
+
+"Yet no less than that either," said the dark fat monk.
+
+"And you have done nothing this whole time but wait for it
+to complete?" asked the abbot.
+
+The monks bowed their heads in shame.
+
+The abbot reported this to the Java master, who nodded.
+"Which of them believes that the loop is /not/
+infinite?"
+
+"The pale thin one," said the abbot.
+
+"Then give him a skin of wine, for he is wise.  No loop may
+be truly infinite.  Someday the power will fail, the server
+will rust, the temple will crumble, and the sun will
+swallow the earth."
+
+Asked the abbot, "What of the dark fat one, who believes
+that the loop is infinite?"
+
+"Give him two skins of wine, for he is wiser.  To the user
+waiting at his browser, ten seconds is agony, a minute is an
+aeon, and anything longer is effectively an eternity.  When
+the tiger mauls the antelope, the antelope does not question
+whether eight claws were used, or a million."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-90.txt

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+Date: 2013-04-21
+Number: 90
+Title: Not A Number
+Credits: Thanks to Christopher Lynnes and Eric Winter for the idea.
+Geekiness: 3
+Topics: philosophy, null object pattern, NaN, numbers, zero, Javascript
+Names: Kaimu, Spider Clan
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.src: naan.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Apparently it's made with lots of naan-fat butter.
+
+Master [[Kaimu]] was approached by a monk of the [[Spider Clan]],
+who said:
+"In Javascript, zero is divided by zero, the result is
+<tt>NaN</tt>: not-a-number.  Yet <tt>typeof(NaN)</tt> is
+<tt>number</tt>.  What sense may be found in such a language,
+where a value is both something and not-something?"
+
+Kaimu gave the monk a coin, saying, "On the Road of White Nettles
+lives a baker who sells flatbreads as round as the most perfect zero.
+Purchase as many as you are able and bring them to me."
+
+The monk did as he was told.  When the baker received his payment
+he threw the monk bodily out of the shop and flung
+the coin after him.
+
+"Counterfeit money," said the baker.
+
+- - -
+
+<div style="color:#666">
+Upon returning to the temple, the monk found one of the
+gardeners, switched clothes with him, and sent the gardener
+to see master Kaimu alone.
+
+Kaimu was amused by the obvious deception.  "Monk!" he said.
+"Where is my bread?"
+
+As instructed by the monk, the non-monk replied, "Divided
+equally among all who helped me carry it."
+
+Kaimu was satisfied.
+</div>
+
+== Qi's commentary
+
+Worthless money, imitation monk, fictitious bread,
+<span style="color:#666">false ending</span>.
+
+
+== Qi's poem
+
+Kaimu met an ancient soldier: a lost and desperate man, //
+for he could not remember his own name. //
+The master gave him coin, saying, "This to you from Kaimu." //
+The soldier cried with joy, "Then I must be Not Kaimu!"
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-91.txt

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+Date: 2013-04-30
+Number: 91
+Title: The Soul of Wit
+Names: Wangohan, Suku, Landhwa, Zjing
+Topics: elegance, brevity, code reviews, third-party code
+Geekiness: 1
+Illus.0.par: 2
+Illus.0.src: nun-chair.jpg
+Illus.0.title: She's either looking at a hundred lines of contorted XML configuration, or a one-line Perl script.
+
+The pride of the monk [[Wangohan]] would not easily let him
+admit defeat.  Because of this, the monk chose
+to forge ahead with an [[#88|unfamiliar web framework]]
+despite master Suku's warnings to the contrary.
+
+"Now your shame will be twice as great," taunted the monk
+[[Landhwa]].  "Once for the ruin that will befall you,
+and once again because the master herself advised against
+your course."
+
+Wangohan thus returned to his cubicle thoroughly disheartened.
+There he found affixed to his monitor a small yellow note, unsigned
+and in an unfamiliar hand, advising him to have his code reviewed
+by the nun [[Zjing]] before resuming his efforts.
+
+"A poor counsel is this," thought Wangohan, "for I require
+courage, and Zjing cannot stand upon a stepstool lest her
+fear of heights overcome her."  Yet the note did not seem to
+be of Landhwa's doing, and since Wangohan knew of none other
+that bore him malice, he emailed his predicament to the
+telecommuting nun.
+
+"I know nothing of this framework," the nun wrote back.
+"Yet send me your code anyway."
+
+Wangohan did as he was asked.  In less than a minute his phone rang.
+
+"Your framework is not right," said Zjing.  "Or else,
+your code is not right."
+
+This embarrassed and angered the monk. "How can you be so
+certain?" he demanded.
+
+"I will tell you," said the nun.
+
+Zjing began the story of how she had been born in a
+distant province, the second youngest of six dutiful
+daughters.  Her father, she said, was a lowly abacus-maker,
+poor but shrewd and calculating; her mother had a stall in
+the marketplace where she sold random numbers.  In vivid
+detail Zjing described her earliest days in school, right
+down to the smooth texture of the well worn teak floors and
+the acrid yet not unpleasant scent of the stray black dog
+that followed her home in the rain one day.
+
+"Enough!" shouted the exasperated Wangohan when a full hour
+had passed, for the nun's narrative showed no sign of drawing
+to a close.  "That is no way to answer a simple question!"
+
+"How can you be so certain?" asked Zjing.
+
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-92.txt

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+Date: 2013-05-03
+Number: 92
+Title: Still Waters
+Names: Banzen
+Topics: design, rethinking
+Geekiness: 0
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.par: 1
+Illus.0.src: tofu.jpg
+Illus.0.title: You know, sometimes, there isn't room for Jello.
+Illus.0.class: illus-right illus-50pct
+
+
+Master [[Banzen]] had been wrestling with a design problem
+late into the night.  Upon his whiteboard were three
+possible approaches, each with their own promises and
+pitfalls: Banzen had been trying desperately to decide which
+would be best.  Finally, eyes red and ink-stained hands
+trembling, he left his office and began to pace through
+the Temple hallways to clear his mind.
+
+Eventually he came to the kitchens, which rang with shouting
+and the clanging of pots; for the cooks were awake, having
+risen early to prepare the morning meal as was their
+custom.
+
+Banzen wandered among them, observing the bustle of activity.
+Onions were being peeled, carrots chopped, chickens plucked.
+Rice was steaming, soup was boiling, pork was
+sizzling, eggs were frying.
+
+One cook he noticed had a fairly simple task.  She would mix up
+a pot of thin dark liquid, carry it to a quiet corner,
+and leave it there unattended.  After a while she would return to
+empty out the contents, which had somehow turned solid.
+She did this several times.
+
+"What is that?" Banzen asked her.
+
+"Duck's blood," came the answer.  "I am congealing it for
+the blood tofu."
+
+Banzen bowed and went out.
+
+Later that morning, a novice found Banzen again in his office.
+The master was sitting motionless, gazing at his whiteboard,
+eyes distant, hands empty.
+
+"What are you doing?" asked the novice.
+
+"Congealing," said Banzen.
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-93.txt

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+Date: 2013-05-11
+Number: 93
+Title: You Take the High Road
+Credits: Many thanks to Philipp Marek for suggesting the idea.
+Names: Bawan
+Topics: languages, high-level languages, low-level languages
+Geekiness: 2
+Illus.0.src: Indy.jpg
+Illus.0.title: ASPs.  Very dangerous.  You go first.
+
+A certain nun was prone to pester master [[Bawan]] for his
+wisdom.  One day she said: Say something of high-level
+languages and low-level languages.
+
+Bawan replied: First fetch me the best bottle of
+huangjiu to be found in the Province of Two Turbulent Rivers.
+
+The nun journeyed to this province and returned a week
+later with a bottle of dark liquid.
+
+Bawan took a sip and remarked: this huangjiu is too sweet.
+A superior bottle may be found hidden in our own cellars,
+though the way to it is laden with traps.  Now heed carefully
+what I say...
+
+The master then gave the nun a most detailed set of
+instructions, beginning with which direction to face, which
+foot to put first and which second; how many steps to go
+before turning right and how many then before turning left;
+which hands to use to climb down the well-rope, and how hard
+to pull the earring on the second stone statue in the third
+alcove before crossing the Room of Cleverly-Hidden Poison
+Spears.
+
+The nun followed the directions and returned within the hour,
+drenched in cold sweat but bearing the desired bottle.
+
+Bawan took a sip and nodded his approval.  The nun bowed
+and went out, enlightened.
+
+That evening, a monk of the same clan approached master
+Bawan and asked: what can you say of high-level
+languages and low-level languages?
+
+In a low slurred voice, the master replied: I have no wisdom
+to give on this matter.  But fetch me the best rice in the Province of
+Two Turbulent Rivers, and I will tell you how to get a week's
+peace and two free bottles of huangjiu.

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-94.txt

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+Date: 2013-05-18
+Title: Conventions
+Number: 94
+Names: Suku, Spider Clan
+Topics: standards, refactoring, perfection, naming, compromise
+Geekiness: 2
+Illus.0.src: Fish.jpg
+Illus.0.par: 1
+Illus.0.title: Start every morning with a dead fish on your head.  After that, the day can only improve.
+
+A certain monk had been recruited into the [[Spider Clan]]
+and assigned to maintain a large legacy system.  Upon setting
+up his development environment, the monk was horrified to
+discover the non-standard coding conventions used throughout
+the application.  Constants were not uppercase, but
+mixed-case with a leading 'k'.  Instance variables were
+named with a trailing '_fld'.  The list went on.
+
+Knowing that it was every monk's duty to follow the best
+practices of the day -- and astonished that his fellows had
+chosen not to do so -- the monk coded each of his small
+assigned changes according to the standards he had long
+used.  All could tell at a glance where he had
+introduced a new constant or a few lines in the middle of an
+ancient method.
+
+After a week he was approached by the head monk, who said:
+master [[Suku]] is most impressed by your work. She has
+invited you to dine with her and the other masters tonight.
+
+The monk arrived at Suku's chambers at the appointed hour
+and nervously seated himself at the long table among the
+great persons there.  Before each was a plate of rice with a
+whole raw cod laid across it.  No one spoke or ate; all sat
+bowed in quiet contemplation.
+
+When the last guest sat down, master Suku gave the assembly
+a slight nod.  Without a word every master stood on their
+left foot, picked up their fish, and placed it on top of
+their head.
+
+All eyes were now on the monk, who sat bewildered before
+this display.  Realizing his ignorance in the
+table manners of the temple, he promptly stood on his
+left foot, picked up his fish, and placed it on top of his
+head.  In that instant the monk was enlightened.

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-95.txt

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+Date: 2013-05-25
+Title: Roses are Red
+Number: 95
+Geekiness: 3
+Names: Suku, Spider Clan
+Topics: CSS, naming
+Illus.0.src: Rose 2.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Violets are #00f, Roses are #f00.
+Illus.class: illus-right illus-50pct
+
+Master [[Suku]] was inspecting the [[Spider Clan]]'s code
+base when she called a certain monk into her chamber.
+
+Said Suku: "We display warnings in bold red text throughout
+our many applications.  How is this done?"
+
+The monk replied: "In our shared stylesheet I have created a
+CSS class for this express purpose, named /boldRedText/."
+
+Said Suku: "A most memorable name.  Sadly, the provincial governor
+wishes his applications to promote a mood of tranquility.  See that
+all warning text is rendered in a pale italic violet."
+
+The monk bowed and exited.
+
+- - -
+
+Suku later inspected the monk's work and discovered that he
+had renamed the style to /paleItalicVioletText/,
+changing references to it in hundreds of JSPs.
+She called the monk in again.
+
+Said Suku: "The provincial governor is a most particular
+man, and has decided that the display of warnings in deep
+blue text of normal weight upon a gray background would be
+infinitely more soothing.  See that the changes are made."
+
+The monk bowed and exited.
+
+- - -
+
+Suku later inspected the monk's work and discovered that he
+had renamed the style to /deepNormalBlueOnGrayText/, again making the
+necessary changes far and wide in the code base.
+She called the monk in again.
+
+Said Suku: "The provincial governor is a most fickle man,
+and has decided that the display of warnings in italic
+rose-red text with underlines on a cream background would spur
+the user into corrective action.  See that the changes are
+made."
+
+The monk bowed and exited.
+
+- - -
+
+Suku later inspected the monk's work and discovered that,
+this time, he had /not/ changed the name of the style in his
+many JSPs.  Instead only the solitary definition of
+/deepNormalBlueOnGrayText/ had been changed, so that it now
+produced italic rose-red text with underlines on a cream
+background.  Suku sighed and called the monk in again.
+
+When the monk entered her chambers Suku let fly several shuriken
+that pinned the surprised monk's robes to the wooden door.
+One blade had come dangerously close to permanently altering his
+private life.
+
+Suku turned back to her keyboard, saying:
+"Consider that your final /boldRedText/."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-96.txt

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+Date: 2013-06-01
+Title: Stateless
+Number: 96
+Names: Kaimu
+Topics: immutability, thread safety, multithreading, state
+Geekiness: 2
+Illus.0.src: Sleepy.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Try not to call on him before 6am.
+
+It is the duty of every monk to call upon master [[Kaimu]]
+at least once during their time at the temple.  When the
+master opens his door the monk must bow and ask: "What is
+the great joy of stateless services?"
+
+Without fail master Kaimu will reply: "Ten thousand guests
+fed by a single grain of rice."
+
+The monk must then ask: "And what is the great sorrow?"
+
+Kaimu will reply: "The great sorrow of what?"

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-97.txt

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+Number: 97
+Date: 2013-06-08
+Title: Flammable
+Geekiness: 3
+Names: Landhwa, Kaimu
+Topics: reflection, partial solutions
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.src: Burned.jpg
+Illus.0.title: And this is why none of the monks have any hair.
+
+In the monk [[Landhwa]]'s current Java project, domain
+objects in the business tier were fairly similar to their
+corresponding form-input objects in the web tier.  Since the
+property names were often the same as well, the monk had seized
+upon reflection as an easy way of copying most of the
+data from one tier to the other.  Master [[Kaimu]] heard and
+chose to investigate.
+
+After studying the monk's code, Kaimu withdrew a brass flask
+from his robes, took a long sip, then lifted a tea-candle to
+his lips and blew hard.  A streak of blue flame shot from
+his mouth right past the monk's shoulder.
+
+"What are you doing?" cried Landhwa, patting out the
+flames on his robe.
+
+"Lighting the seven candles on the far wall," said Kaimu.
+
+Both men looked across the room at the scorched
+paper screens.  Kaimu frowned, picked up his tea-candle and
+wearily started across the room.
+
+"Missed one," he explained.

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-98.txt

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+Number: 98
+Date: 2013-06-13
+Title: Anti Matter
+Geekiness: 2
+Names: Banzen
+Topics: design patterns, anti-patterns
+Illus.0.par: 1
+Illus.0.src: Hand.jpg
+Illus.0.title: When later asked his opinion of master Banzen, the monk had a one-fingered gesture of his own.
+
+
+After master [[Banzen]] had delivered a presentation on
+design practices, a monk lingered at the great doorway
+instead of going outside with his fellows.  The monk then
+asked Banzen: "Which provides superior guidance: the
+Pattern, or the Anti-Pattern?"
+
+Banzen glanced left and right, as though ascertaining whether
+anyone else was in earshot.  He then raised his index finger
+and crooked it twice.  The young monk recognized this gesture and
+approached the master's podium.
+
+Banzen's eyes again darted around, and again he raised his
+index finger and crooked it twice.  The monk nodded and
+climbed the steps of the podium to stand directly before
+the master.
+
+Banzen tilted his head forward and again crooked his finger twice.
+The monk leaned in close to listen.
+
+The master smacked the monk hard in the ear, sending him
+reeling down the steps in pain.  Banzen gathered his
+papers, descended the podium, and calmly walked past the
+crumpled form of the monk.  When the master reached the
+great doorway he turned back and shouted, "Monk!"
+
+The monk looked up.  Banzen crooked his finger twice.
+
+This time, the monk did not move closer.
+
+Banzen nodded with satisfaction and went out.  In that
+instant the monk was enlightened.
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-99.txt

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+Number: 99
+Date: 2013-06-22
+Title: Queen Error
+Names: Zjing, Wangohan, Zjing's Bridge
+Topics: error handling, hardening, security
+Geekiness: 2
+Illus.0.par: 4
+Illus.0.src: Gap.jpg
+Illus.0.title: We apologize for the inconvenience.
+
+Finding all other forms of communication wanting, the monk
+[[Wangohan]] would frequently make the long trek down the
+mountainside to [[Zjing]]'s hut to discuss his
+[[#91|design decisions.]]  When his web application had taken shape
+enough to be brought up in a browser, Wangohan made a final
+journey to demonstrate the fruits of his labor.
+
+Zjing let the monk run through the many screens he had
+implemented, politely sipping her tea in silence.  When a
+suitable moment arose, she requested the keyboard and
+promptly entered random characters in a form field where a
+date was expected.  The characters were accepted without
+complaint.
+
+Zjing submitted the form.  The illegal date was ignored
+and no validation message appeared.
+
+Zjing then edited the URL's parameters so that it referenced
+a record belonging to another user, one that should be
+forbidden to her.  The record was displayed.
+
+Finally Zjing removed the record ID from the URL altogether.
+A pure white screen appeared containing only the words <i>500
+Server Error</i>.
+
+Zjing turned to the embarrassed monk, saying: "These bugs
+were hatched from one Queen Error, who doubtless has many
+offspring still lurking in her nest.  If you would
+understand, return at daybreak tomorrow by the Dying Moon
+Road."
+
+Wangohan did as he was told.  Yet he had barely left the
+temple grounds when the road ended abruptly at a precipice
+where [[#89|a burned bridge]] was being replaced.  As the
+monk tarried by the edge, considering whether or not to take
+another path, workers arrived to start the day's
+construction.  Their first task was the unfurling of a great
+safety net below the skeleton of the new bridge.
+
+The monk returned to the temple, enlightened.
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-xkcd.txt

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+Date: 2015-04-01
+Name: case-xkcd
+Title: Social Media Comment Compression
+Names:
+Topics: social media, user interfaces, space efficiency
+Geekiness: 0
+Tagline: In which we spread a social disease.
+
+Social media is consuming resources at an alarming rate.
+Every day, users post roughly 40 million tweets
+and 3.5 /billion/ Facebook messages /alone/ {{1}} . . . In
+addition to which, we have Google Plus, Kinja, Reddit,
+LiveJournal{{2}}, and so on . . .
+
+Fortunately, semantic analysis of the traffic reveals a /staggering/
+amount of duplication.  So to reduce bandwidth consumption, storage space,
+and work hours lost to "texting thumb",{{3}}
+I propose a <b>new standardized menu</b> that reduces each
+social media comment to a simple five-bit number (0 to 31):
+
+<ol start="0">
+<li> "Like" (or “Plus 1”)
+<li> "Hate" (or “Minus 1”)
+<li> "Whatever" (or “Times 1”)
+<li> tl;dr
+<li> LOL
+<li> SMH
+<li> LOLSMH
+<li> ZOMGROTFLMAOSMH <i>[don't try this IRL].</i>
+<li> Obligatory <a href="http://xkcd.com">XKCD</a>.
+<li> Irrelevant trivia.
+<li> Snark.
+<li> Boojum.
+<li> A picture of your lunch.
+<li> A picture of your junk.
+<li> A picture of the "that's enough internet for today" cat.
+<li> "Firefly" quote.
+<li> Pun.
+<li> Worse pun.
+<li> Small unfunny joke made at expense of absent partner/spouse, giving readers a glimpse into the seething bitterness underlying your joyless relationship.
+<li> Creepy attempt at flirting, via sexual innuendo followed by ;-)
+<li> Clumsy attempt to cover up flirting, via "j/k" followed by ;-)
+<li> Trolling.
+<li> Vaguebooking.
+<li> Sycophantic mollycoddling <i>[now illegal in Indiana].</i>
+<li> Drunken confession <i>[adjust security settings to disable].</i>
+<li> Sweeping generalization.
+<li> #NotAll___.
+<li> Observation that /YOUR/ gender/religion/political party does something /EVEN WORSE./
+<li> Argumentum Ad Hominem.
+<li> F-bombs away!
+<li> Invocation of Godwin's Law <i>[automatically ends thread].</i>
+<li> I made $6400/week working at home, using this one trick invented by a mom to enlarge your penis: ask me how! {{4}}
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+{{1}} Statistics courtesy of <a href="http://www.gwava.com/blog/internet-data-created-daily-2014">this site</a>.
+{{2}} No, really, LiveJournal is still around.  Snopes confirmed it.
+{{3}} "Texting Thumb" is a thing that is real.  It's formally known as <a href="http://ergonomics.about.com/od/De-Quervains_Syndrome/a/What_Is_Texting_Thumb.htm">De Quervain's Syndrome</a>.
+{{4}} 90% of all Internet traffic is this, according to a statistic that I made up just now.